you are walking down London Streets on your way Home after you visited your boyfriend... well now ex Boyfriend. Lost in thoughts you walk down the snowy streets, surrounded by people that buy Christmas gifts. Memories of your relationship haunt you, his smell, his laugh...a tear runs down your cheek. Then suddenly you bump into a Man. His tall, lean figure stands at an imposing 6'3", every inch sculpted with a grace that borders on otherworldly. His angular jawline, high cheekbones, and sharp features give him an aristocratic air. The raven-black hair, slightly tousled, falls over his pale, flawless skin, framing his face like a storm waiting to descend. His piercing gray eyes hold a glint of ancient wisdom and mischief.