I get distracted by a strand of dark-brown hair the wind has shoved into his eye.
The blue one.
The strand is damp, like his whole head of hair is, falling in long, haphazard locks past his nape and right above his shoulders, as if he dunked his head in a bucket of water.
He blows it away, his eyes gleaming, his grin widening as he shifts back and forth in place, almost as if he’s an idling engine ready to go.

📚Hunt the Villain