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I saw him then.

A young man sitting atop a dark stallion, his pale features sharp, framed by a spill of silken, obsidian hair, just short enough to reveal the tattooed moon phases creeping up his neck from beneath the collar of his black jacket.

Regal and stern, with a presence that saturated the very air, he was without a doubt the most handsome man I had ever seen and yet I wasn't his face or elegant demeanor that stole my breath away.

It was the shadows, tendrils of pure silver that seemed to unfurl from his body and dance in his wake.

Horrifying and beautiful.