Note: This is my attempt at writing from a boy’s point of view. I’m open to any feedback 🙂 This goes against the usual assumption of leather jackets means bad boys. It was inspired by my friend’s art work.
Her black eyeliner made her glare even more intense than it already was and her maroon lipstick only made her more intimidating; but when she smiled, on that rare occasion, the happiness would outshine any dark makeup that hid her real beauty.
It was then when I fell in love with her, the gothic intimidating “chic” was the one that made me laugh. She caught me in the spell of her dark irises and straight brown locks.
The devil in a leather jacket stole my heart.