Owen Moreland's looks and presence make him the center of attention wherever he goes, naturally drawing admirers.
Amelia Clarke, holding Owen Moreland's coat that he had taken off, felt a small surge of pride in her heart.
This man, who others could only glance at, belonged exclusively to her.
It was hard to tell whether Amelia Clarke had a good eye or Owen Moreland was naturally a clothes hanger, but the black trench coat unexpectedly suited him perfectly.
Amelia Clarke gazed at Owen Moreland, who stood facing her, with a somewhat direct look.
The man had a straight nose and thin lips, his features were deep and three-dimensional, his face was firm and sculpted like it was chiseled, and his tall stature and long legs, clad in a fitted trench coat, brought one phrase to Amelia's mind.
Dragon's prowess and phoenix's grace.
A spirit like a dragon, a demeanor like a phoenix.
