This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

     Staring from across the room, my attention is instantly grabbed by the Adonis standing in a ring of light. Making my way over, he stands stoic and immobile. Glancing stealthily, my eyes examine him from a discrete distance. His head is turned and a cascade of curls grace the nape of his neck. He’s facing away from her and hasn’t noticed my steady gaze.
     Moving closer, I notice his turned form finally comes into full view. The articulate jut of his cleft chin accentuates his chiseled jawline and my heart begins to accelerate. His full lips, quirked to one side, hint at a devilish grin and a secret he’d never reveal. I try to catch my breath as I finally make my way over to him. His eyes are aloof as he stares, a distant emotion in his pale orbs.
     His sinewy muscles are taught and dripping confidence. His stance is power, a specimen of pure masculine beauty. One arm is held aloft resting on his shoulder as he seems to contemplate a task ahead. He holds his other arm at his side, the sling he’s holding aloft, held in his other hand as well. There also appears to be a smooth stone in the palm of his right hand.
     His tilted shoulders convey the need for action. His abdomen twisted at an angle that proclaims his intentions. He is a soldier, waiting to strike. Captured in a moment just before he lines up his shot and strikes down his enemy. His larger than life frame towers before my eyes as I sidle beside him. 
     I have to resist the urge to reach out and touch him. Knowing that it would cost me everything. I look up, tilting my head back to look into his marble face. Another patron comes to examine him and I find myself wanting to push them away. I want to keep him to myself, though we’ve only just seen each other. If only we could be alone, I could drink him in peacefully.
     Heat rises to my cheeks and I have to stop my train of thought. If he were real, we could escape and get to know each other but he is as cold and distant as any of the other lifeless things here. They only hint at life but he is so much more. From this day on he is mine. My David.