I’m a sucker for boys with dark eyes. Like fresh-brewed shots of espresso. Eyes with depth. Eyes that could tell you stories. That wear the weight of all the things they’ve seen. Eyes that say more than words and voices ever could. The first time you look into them, all you see is a warning, but you can’t look away. Those soulful, woeful, endless eyes.

One wink, and all I can hope to do is surrender.