Cabello Medio Largo Hombre Novels & Stories

Ironically, the most recent Spanish issue of Vogue featured Don Emilio on the cover. He stood tall and proud. He looked powerful, and I could tell that he was well respected. He had light skin, a prominent nose, and a thick mustache that went from one side of his mouth to another. His eyebrows were medium in thickness and slightly arched at the ends. His gray hair was short but long enough where it could be smoothed back. His face had some wrinkles, showing that he was older but not making him look too old. I would guess he was in his fifties.

He has a long coat and massive paws. “We were starting to get worried you guys might've taken the wrong turn.” A tall man walks closer to me, and I stop walking. He has mid-length light blonde hair that stops by his shoulders and dark green eyes. He comes closer, taking up all my attention. My stomach sinks, as my heartbeat rises.

Looking up, a slender middle-aged man in a blue coarse robe stood behind him, touching his chin and looking at Ding Hao, unsatisfied. The middle-aged man was about 40 years old, and his appearance was extremely ordinary. He had the appearance of a passer-by who did not stand out in a crowd at all. He had long black hair and a large black wine gourd tied to his waist. The gourd was already tanned and shiny. He struck Ding Hao as a slovenly drunkard. The only things unforgettable were the eyes of this middle-aged man.

I want to reach over and . I looked back at his face, not wanting to get distracted by his manliness. I'm horny enough as it is. But that doesn't really work. I like everything about his appearance. The hair on his head is thick and black. He wears it a little long on top but short in the back. He always styles it to some degree. He drags a hand through it now and some comes back to lay on his forehead. I want to run my hand through it and mess it up entirely.

The rest of his face is as perfect as his eyes; God must have truly taken His time to make him. My gaze breaks from his, and I see a six-foot-tall man with medium length dark black hair and a small tattoo peaking around from the back of his neck. He's wearing a neatly ironed white button-down that I ruined, as now there is a massive brown stain on the shirt.

Or, crazy thought, both? His hair was short cropped and his goatee was cropped even shorter, neat and tight. The man was long and lean without bulk but you could tell he was strong. He looked like he chopped wood for a living. Or built homes. Or did something rugged with his hands. I’m drooling.

He was tall, easily six-three, with a presence that seemed to swallow the air in the room. He wore a black shirt, unbuttoned at the neck, and dark trousers that showed the strength in his legs. His hair was black, messy, falling over his forehead in a way that felt unstudied. When he moved forward, the light caught his eyes. They were the color of a storm at midnight, silver mixed with a deep, bottomless black. A faint scar ran through one of his eyebrows, a jagged detail that made his face look less like a dream and more like a threat.

Everyone murmured as no one knew that name. They opened the doors and the young man appears, he is tall with long wavy reddish hair, his manly face with intense black eyes; although he is quite handsome his expressions are cold and dominant, his frown a little frowned and serious, his eyebrows of the same tone bushy but not exaggerated, what most captivated me was that red hair as intense as the fire or the sunset, I must admit that it is quite attractive that shade of hair so interesting, so much so that the maidens were more perplexed at his appearance, although personally Satoshi for me is more attractive, I'm just curious about the hair and his gestures so serious.

His hair was a bit messy but in a neat way. My eyes then feel on the man next to him who was super happy too who I assume is Seth's step dad. He had long blonde hair that reached his shoulder. His eyes were piercing green, he was slim built but had meat on him. His body was more feminine. His waist was small and his jeans showed off his body that was rather curvy. He was about 5'8. He wore blue shirt, blue jeans and a black furry coat.