Trouble

He runs a hand through his slicked back hair. It's a shiny black that's slightly messy. His ocean blue orbs dance with amusement as he examines you; a devilish smirk tugs at his lips. Lips that have a deep contreast to his olive skin. He's wearing an onyx leather jacket with a grey tee that outline his muscles perfectly. Dark blue jeans led down to combat boots that seem as though they were shoved on carelessly. He extends his hand.
"Ready for an adventure?" he prompts.
The last detail you notice is his fingernails, which are grimy and broken. Against your better judgement, you place your tiny hand into his.
"Let's go."