And I Knew I Was In Trouble III: Tall, Dark, And Out to Get Me

And I Knew I Was In Trouble III: Tall, Dark, And Out to Get Me

Author's Notes: And here it is, ladies and gentlemen, my new challenge to myself: create a male character that is supposed to be attractive and make it the best one yet. Big thanks to the person this character is loosely based on. You should know whom you are by the time you are finished reading this. Obviously, as the title shows, this time I am in trouble for a very different reason!

As I turned the corner in the crowded parking lot surrounded by large spacious buildings, he was the first thing that caught my eye. The mostly black ensemble didn't stand out against the drab greys of the city, but something about him was menacing. His jet-black hair covered his tan head densely as it cascaded down over his ears. The black leather jacket he wore looked as if it were in need of oil, and his dark khaki pants only added to the ominous vibe this dark figure projected onto me. The jacket barely revealed the black bottom up shirt with tie cinched up around his strong neck, and though it was tucked into his shirt at the very top, a small acid green skull and cross bones was visible on a dark background. The jacket's sleeves ended just short enough to reveal two muscly tan forearms which ended in large strong hands, one of which was stuffed in a pocket and the other was holding a lit cigarette up to his mouth. His lips were large and dark red. Each curled out just lightly giving him a hungry look.

After extinguishing his cigarette, he slipped his hand into his other pocket, giving me what I thought was an obscure momentary glimpse of a handgun concealed beneath the dark guise. I began to walk the other direction, but he turned, and I caught his gaze. It was binding, but I matched it and glared back perplexed. Menacing, he looked down at my feet and smirked, and I knew I was in troubleā€¦