Beauty and the Beast

He was breathing heavily. His large black eyes were red and puffy, indicating that he had been crying recently. His pale complexion glowed in the moonlight, highlighting his three large scars the run down from his right brow to his right jaw line. He was tall and muscular; his chest was visible through his soaking wet t-shirt due to the rain. His chopped short, black hair is flattened on his head. He leans over me, shielding me from the rain using his arm as my pillow. He was frightening, yet I felt so drawn to him.
“Thank you.” I whispered, slowly becoming more and more drowsier.
I felt myself being picked up bridal style. “Not yet.” He said, his voice was deep and rough. I slowly slipped into unconsciousnes.