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.
