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Jimin said. Layla and Rhea curiously took in Megan’s appearance. She was so white and pale, that she would probably reflect light if you shone a torch at her. Her hair was mixed with blonde yellow and white, and it was curly and long, pooling around her waist. Her eyes were a pale, ice blue color. And her tiny lips were pale pink as well.

On the other side stood Alpha Alek Blue. Alpha Alek possesses a warm tan complexion, with thick, short curls of dark black hair, accented by striking neon red highlights that leave others puzzled. His thick eyebrows frame his face, complemented by a charming stubble that adds to his allure. With a perfectly shaped nose and a pointed chin, his misty green eyes hold a captivating depth, while his wide, heart-stopping smile reveals delightful dimples on his cheeks.

Spiritually a celestial enigma. He was tall, nearly as tall as Theo, but less funeral gloom and more ethereal dream. He had albinism, giving him a snow-pale complexion and a strange, unworldly glow under the terrible cafeteria lighting. Well, technically—that's his image in the human world. A perfect disguise for a kind of spirit that he is. His hair was silvery white and soft-looking enough to be shampoo commercial-worthy. His blue eyes were too blue. Like glacier water or ancient sky temples or the kind of blue that made poets spiral, swoon, or twerk aggressively. It depends honestly.

When their eyes met, the blonde killer gave Eugene a very attractive smile. The sunlight coming through the window reflected off his magnificent blonde hair, making it sparkle as if golden dust had been sprinkled. His unblemished white skin was like porcelain, and his handsome and beautiful features took one's breath away several times more than the memory from last night. And his blue eyes. Those deep blue eyes that seemed to pull you in just by looking at them briefly had such a clear and intense blue color that all the blue eyes Eugene had seen before seemed like rotten fish eyes in comparison.

As Mino Lee walked across the campus, his presence was met with a mixture of admiration and curiosity. He was a humble and handsome guy, with a tall and lean physique that seemed to command attention without seeking it. His black hair was messy and unkempt, framing his face with a casual elegance that made him look effortlessly cool. But it was his eyes that really caught people's attention - they were a bright, piercing blue, with a hint of green around the edges, a trait that was often associated with people of Irish descent.

A beautiful realistic painting. It was of a woman with straight luscious black hair. She was regal in both her aura and her gorgeous gown. Her skin was very pale, even paler than Luciana. She was almost paper white and there was both warmth and coldness in her eyes. Dark black eyes with a hint of gold. Somehow, even as she was perfectly beautiful that it took my breath away, her eyes seemed unfitting. She was still exquisite but haunting. As I stared longer, I realized something.

Her eyes, oh her eyes, were like nothing I'd ever seen—a radiant blue that seemed to see right through to my soul, sparkling with a hint of mischief and kindness. Her face was a work of art, a heart-shaped masterpiece with a smooth complexion that seemed almost otherworldly. Her skin was pale and smooth, with a subtle sheen that seemed to glow from within, like the soft light of a winter moon. Her dark blonde hair cascaded down her back like a river of night, with subtle hints of silver that seemed to dance in the light, drawing my gaze inexorably to her. But it was her eyes that held me captive. Her smile was a subtle curve of her lips that seemed to hold a thousand secrets and promises, le

Half his face looks burnt with unrecognizable features but the other half showcases a jawline and a thin eyebrow. His eyes are the palest shade of blue and his hair are bleached and tied into a pony, the size of my pinky. "Settle down." Two words. Two words that make me face the harsh truth.

His sharp eyes rested on Eva, who was too preoccupied with her food to notice his gaze. Even as she ate, there was an undeniable elegance to Eva’s movements. Her naturally wavy, midnight-black hair was tied up in a casual bun, revealing her smooth, porcelain-like skin that seemed to glow under the light. Her blueish-green eyes shimmered subtly, framed by long, dark lashes that gave them a mesmerizing depth. Despite her simple demeanor, there was an air of grace and refinement about her that was impossible to ignore.

“Great.” As I shake my head, I watch the attendant start to laugh before he asks, “Are you alright?” Then he smiles and this is when I notice him. He must be in his 30’s, because he doesn’t have any hints of grey or crows’ feet sprouting, but he doesn’t have that youthful look either of someone who is in their 20’s. His eyes are a strange shade of blue, lighter than normal, but more greenish too and his skin is a perfect coco color. It’s hard to tell if he is of Latin descent or African American, but either way he is beautiful.