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Not understanding what she'd meant, he dragged her forward with his hands on her hips. "Hell, you look more sexy with the horns on. Can we fuck now?" He breathed huskily before pressing her against himself. "Not yet gummy bear. Patience." She giggled excited. She stared at his equally glowing eyes, mesmerized by them like she'd never seen them before. "I love your eyes, let's go kill people, please don't say no. "Kill people?" He paused staring at her as she gazed at him eagerly with puppy dog eyes he chuckled, "I'm not letting you kill anyone."

It was as simple as he found it fun… … but no matter how attractive he was, how good looking he was, how handsome, it couldn’t hide the fact his eyes... They were just.. Black. You could literally see the evil in them. He didn’t have a soul. It probably stands to reason that he didn’t have a partner, how could he? I doubt he could keep this from her… or him, hell, I don’t know what his sexuality is, although i was inclined to go with the assumption he was straight, he must get some weird sick erotic thrill from his. Causing fear and pain, did it turn him on, frightening women like this?

9. Captivating Eyes Wynter's behavior was out of character, as she snapped at the stranger in front of her. Only then did she get a decent view of his face. She couldn't deny that he was incredibly attractive, the most attractive person she had ever seen. He resembled a Greek deity, with a strong jawline, a pointed nose, and a bit of stubble covering his handsome face. However, his eyes were what truly captivated Wynter. They were the most mesmerizing eyes she had ever seen, not just because of their outward beauty but also because they seemed to hold a multitude of emotions within them.

He had a strong smell of alcohol on his body, his face was covered with pimples, his eyes were sobbing that he didn't even look good. Silently assessing the girl who was being held by the other guy on the wrist. Even if you are wearing a sexy dress, it does not hide the immature look, the face is also beautiful. The most attractive point is to mention the smiling eyes, perhaps because of depression or why those eyes carry a little steam but also very strong. On her wrist was held so tightly by the other guy that the red mark looked very unsatisfactory, looking at her now a little struggled to add some hairs in the process of struggling to shed with a love style.

"Oooohh, I for....got...to mention who....I....find so....attractive compared to.......other men...is a...man with darrrrrkkkkk hair......very deep dark hair......which are always.....styled....with...a...jell....and he posse.....ssed....a..deep...dark...eyes, his...features always...stony.....with...a... deep......scowl....which makes....him....insanely....hot....and...sexy.....oooh i forgot, he possesses a...mean....face...too, very...fucking...mean." At her last words, she closed her eyes, succumbing into darkness, making her head to fall on the table. Blade stared at her, her words surprised him, a little smile appeared on his face, this she wolf of his have unconsciously confessed that

So broad, hot, and sinful. Her eyes dawned on his face, tracing every detail of his face. He was the sexiest man she'd ever seen, and the swirling aura of command only amplified his physical appeal. "Gorgeous..." From his enigmatic eyes that closed, his exquisite nose down to his tempting lips, Sumire was deeply hypnotized. Drawn into his lips, her face slowly descended, and was about to kiss him when Mort suddenly open his bedroom eyes, stared at her. The way his emerald eyes dilated stares at her under his thick and black lashes is intense, hot and dark. Sumire pulls away in embarrassment and was about to fall onto the bed when Mort catches her. He expertly pull her back into his embrace a

“Fuck you. I hate you. Just kill me already.” Up closer, looking through the cutouts of his dark mask, I see the color of his eyes. They're the rarest most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. Those orbs look like they hold the universe, blue and shimmering with a lot of mischief. “If you’re dead, it won't be fun now, will it?” he says. “Better than letting you have your way with me.” I retch and spit on him. Literally.

I forgot I was wearing three-inch heels that were slowly crippling my toes. He was gorgeous in the way a natural disaster is gorgeous. A tsunami. A wildfire. Something that destroys everything in its path but is impossible to look away from. His hair was dark, cropped short military-style, emphasizing the harsh geometry of his face. His jawline looked like it had been hewn from granite, his nose straight and aristocratic, and his lips were set in a line that suggested he rarely smiled and never meant it. But it was his eyes. They were a cold, piercing grey. Dead eyes. Eyes that had seen things and hadn't blinked. Eyes that evaluated threats in milliseconds and dismissed them just as fast.

He sat on the bed again, just looking at me. “What?” I asked. “Nothing. I only want to stare at your face.” “That’s creepy.” “I don’t care.” He smiled, his face lightning up making him look more attractive. “I think it should be illegal to be this beautiful. I could spend eternity staring at your face, and I would never tire. Your eyes, the little black dot on your cheek, your lips—it’s all too mesmerizing.”

The corners of his lips curled downward into a slight frown. He studied her, his expression unreadable. He supposed most men would be enchanted by the shape of her eyes, the way they framed her delicate features, the way they glimmered beneath the dim lights. Athena had the kind of beauty that was intentional— calculated, perfected, designed to attract attention. And yet, staring into them, Ace felt emptiness. Iris’ eyes had been the problem. He clenched his jaw, a muscle ticking beneath his skin. The realization was bitter, an unwelcome intrusion in his already chaotic thoughts.