I didn’t trust him. Not because he seemed sly or two-face. He was just too good looking. And I have learnt that handsome faces are not to be trusted.

His face was so perfectly chiselled, and his neck was so muscular…it would be hard to strangle him.

His biceps, his chest, his shoulders…his everything, really was a masterpiece. At least he wasn’t an abstract piece - they’re even more difficult to unravel. Luckily, this one was just all visible on the outside. Petty. Self-assured. Too kind for his own good.

He smiled at me. A very pretty smile.

Now I’m for certain he’s untrustworthy.