Among Us

The first thing I noticed about him were his eyes. They were intelligent spheres with an harsh beauty in them, the kind that caught your gaze and held it. His dark hair was cut short and styled nicely, a sort of easy grace that left very little to chance. His perfect white teeth glistened from behind well-formed lips, and ragged breaths escaped past them like spirits fleeing towards heaven. A button up shirt and slacks covered his muscular physique, and a book bag hung from his angular shoulders. He was a student, no doubt. I approached nervously, something within me pulling me towards him.

He was struggling to get the book bag off his shoulder. It was only then I noticed a plain white cast on his arm. No wonder he was having so much trouble. I chanced a glance around me, and found that of the few students nearby, no one was helping him. I resolved that I would help him, even if no one else would. I stepped forward lightly, and called, "Excuse me, do you need help?" He glanced up at me, smiled with something like hunger, and purred, "Oh, thank you ever so much, my lady."