DRAGOȘ
I must admit I was quite stunned when a woman approached me, calling me “Saviour.” She was obviously taller than my five feet and eight inches. Her olive skin was enough for me to say she had an exotic beauty that was becoming to her average-looking and oval face, small straight nose, and short pixie black hair. Her dark red full lips pursed slightly when I told her to go away, showing the small dimple in the lower left corner of her lips.
The heck? How could I even have noticed that small detail? I thought irritably.
The way her arched eyebrows and dark wavy lashes framed her yellowish brown eyes was something to behold. She was… quite beautiful in her own way. There was something about her that I could not easily shake off. It had been like that ever since I met her that fatefu
