Beauty

Astride his horse with the reins in his fist, the beautiful youth seemed as
calm as any traveler passing through by happenstance, but one look at him
and it was clear he was far from being a mere traveler.
“What the hell are you supposed to be?” the man in black asked in a thick,
lethargic tone. The traveler’s good looks were enough to send chills down
his spine. That, combined with the knowledge that this guy had just batted
back his lethal attack, made him speak in this strange voice.

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