My eyes were condemned to death, and I couldn't help but fall on that handsome face.
The dark hair, dark eyebrows, and dark eyes swallowed me up like the endless night.
"What a handsome man," I thought to myself.
He raised his strong and graceful chin, and then met my eyes as I wished.
He was surprised because my eyes were bright, reflecting the lights on the riverside, like a flame, igniting the most primitive desire - I am a man, a masculine and handsome man, and what I am crazy about is also a man.