he quickly looked at himself in the mirror before looking away. “damn, have i always been this much of a mess?” he thought as he peered at his face once more.
if he was the embodiment of a sin, people wouldn’t have to think twice as to which one he would be.
he had a small face which was accompanied by a sharp jaw; features that were greatly looked upon in his family. his smooth, tan skin was also something he was known for.
his eyes were huge and oddly bright for such a late time. his pupils were like the color of chocolate, maybe even darker.
the bridge of his nose was long and slender as his glasses sat atop it, giving him a more elegant and sophisticated look.
and finally, his lips. they were one of his main weapons. women couldn’t resist staring at his mouth when he spoke. there were also more times than he could count when he caught men staring at them while he worked.
he couldn’t blame any of them, though. who wouldn’t want to feel his soft, plump lips against their own? ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “they don’t call me the male aphrodite for nothing,” he smirked before fixing the collar of his expense turtleneck. he could get anything and everything with his looks, and he did not hesitant one bit at all.