He wasn’t a male model but he should have been. The
lush hair he groomed so carefully had a rippling quality, a sign of his
rude health. The aquiline nose he sported complemented his prominent cheekbones. Handsome in an understated way, his basalt jaw and Spartan shoulders spoke of strength. He possessed a latent, leonine
power and always walked with purpose and authority.
People had always remarked that his best feature was his entrancing, mesmerizing brown eyes. Sloe-shaped, they could shine as bright as the evening stars when they were a-light with joy. Flamboyant of character, the room always filled with his sonorous, rumbling voice. He was also quick to crack a
joke or fire off a humorous retort. His accent was such a playful tune as if he were the star of his own movie. You could have
sat there all day simply to listen and smile.