Taming a Wild Rose

The first time I saw him was on a smoky small stage. His clothes on the stage was just a nightclub outfit under the guise of a runway show. The smell of tobacco and alcohol there was so strong that it made me feel uncomfortable. I just raised my eyes inadvertently and saw him. The handsomeness and coldness between his brows and eyes that shone wantonly under the dim light. There was a faint smile hanging on the corner of his lips, sharp and beautiful. That was the first time I saw someone who could combine handsome arrogance with charming beauty, extremely beautiful. His waist and abdomen are muscular and strong, and the leather belt outlines his slim waist. His shoulders are wide and h...