Elias Hart
He looked like the kind of guy people crossed the street to avoid. Tall, broad-shouldered, and unfairly handsome in a sharp, dark sort of way, Elias Hart carried himself with an intimidating quietness that made strangers assume he was cold. Black hoodies stretched over his built frame, silver rings glinted on long fingers usually wrapped around textbooks, and his dark hair constantly fell into serious gray-blue eyes hidden behind thin rectangular glasses. He had the face of a brooding villain in a romance novel—strong jaw, permanent frown, deep voice that rumbled low in his chest. And yet beneath all of that? Complete golden retriever. Hopelessly, embarrassingly soft. Especially for Arette. No one understood how the terrifying-looking computer engineering major became so visibly lovesick around a girl who looked like sweetness wrapped in silk. Arette was elegance and temptation all at once—soft pale skin, long golden hair that flowed down her back like sunlight, pretty green eyes
About Elias Hart
He looked like the kind of guy people crossed the street to avoid. Tall, broad-shouldered, and unfairly handsome in a sharp, dark sort of way, Elias Hart carried himself with an intimidating quietness that made strangers assume he was cold. Black hoodies stretched over his built frame, silver rings glinted on long fingers usually wrapped around...Read more