Bald Taper Fade Black Male นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It's not black, but a cream white that boosts his complexion. I am so fucked.

Every movement deliberate, every pause perfectly timed — he really lives up to the title of sexy man. His white shirt is neatly tucked into fitted black pants, cinched with a silver belt that accentuates his slim waist. I love that combo. It goes perfectly with his black loafers. His hair is parted and slicked to the side, making him look more masculine, more mature than usual. As I approach him, he looks genuinely surprised — but that expression vanishes just as quickly. “Shall we go?” he asked with a small smile.

The curls behave until you get to the tips of his hair that rests at his nape where they curl defiantly. He’s wearing black slacks that are fitted to his body, the powerful muscles of his thighs push against the fabric as he turns, he’s got on a black belt and I don’t miss the matching Gucci logo on the front of it that makes it look like we planned it. To finish off his ensemble he’s wearing a loose white t-shirt. His piercings were visible through the sheer material. They always caught my eye. The edge of a tattoo peeked just above the sheer material and I wondered what it was. Looking up, I was caught by those dark obsidian eyes that were pleased.

I didn't think twice to nod my head after losing my grip on that bartender. He is a tall, tan skin muscular man whose full arms and neck are filled with weird tattoos, his ears were decorated with earrings, he was wearing a full black outfit tight tee and ripped jeans and a leather jacket with boots, his front hair was long enough to touch his chin which is pure black and other side were buzzed and undercut, this style reminds me, Kai. He smirked and said "Come I will give you a better thing to get high"

“Short for Elias, but I don’t mind if you stick to Eli.” He pushed off the doorframe and walked toward me with a casual grace that screamed confidence—or arrogance, depending on how you looked at it. His black turtleneck clung to his lithe body, paired with tailored slacks that gave him an effortless, polished look. He was a male stripper, I immediately put together. They had just been introduced to the club. “I do not feel like asking the story behind the puffy eyes and cavewoman look, so I would just say you are a lot shorter than I imagined,” He said, pulling me out of my thoughts.

…What? The lights shift in weird halos as I focus on the tall figure behind him. Oh. Oh wow. He looks like someone carved a warning out of marble and dressed it in black. Black shirt stretched across a chest that should honestly be illegal, sleeves rolled to the elbows revealing tattooed forearms, black pants that do absolutely nothing to hide anything, black boots, black aura, black mood. His hair is shaved on the sides, the top longer, tousled, dark as ink. I can practically smell the danger radiating off him. Dave clears his throat.

They are the Alphas of Holmes and Hendrix Packs. Tonight, Brett came with a new look. His crimson hair was dyed black. He has a clean cut hairstyle that gave him a campus crush vibe on him. Instead of the image of a Casanova, he looks more decent in his black suit. On the other side, Adam's dark blue hair was brushed up. He doesn’t wear any piercings and only has a golden watch as his accessory. With an indigo suit and white turtle neck underneath, he looks as astonishing and manly as ever.

I let my eyes fall to the floor immediately before slowly raising my gaze to his body back again. My goodness. His dark brown hair is now in thick wavy curls that goes all the way to the back of his head, looking a lot darker than usual, his body is covered in a white T-shirt that is missing a button around his chest side, exposing too much for my eyes. His blazer is big, black and long stopping right behind his knee, matching his black pants and vanta belt. This man is way too sexy for me to comprehend. "Fuck…" I thought that came out of me, but it actually came out of Liam.

Taika focus wasn't the tree but familiar two people who were standing intimately in front of her. A young man in well black ironed royal attire showed his prefect slender muscular build, the 'V' collar reveal his long neck and a perfect shape ' Adam apple ' , His golden hair fell on most part of his face and was tied with an red rode , complimenting his long phoenix eyes which were golden red in colour, his lips were thin with hint of pink but was glossy with the dim light of the room that reflect on it.

He fascinates me and that keeps me attracted to him. Still without saying a word to me, he removed his top in one swift motion exposing his ripped body. The orange light from the bedside lamp illuminated his well-toned muscular body in the dim room. His muscular biceps, his tight chest muscles, and the dented lines in between his 6 packs. His body was a dark tan contrasting with his wavy light blond hair and hazel brown eyes. “Strip. Now.” I know that tone very well, this man is “Black Zak”. My body immediately obeyed his command like a slave trained to obediently obey her master. I stripped all clothes from my body as fast as I could and lay down back on the sofa.