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.

Just behind that stood the most beautiful man I had ever laid eyes on. He was tall, well over six foot. He had dark brown hair, the perfect mix of messy and styled, like he had run his hands through it many times but it still looked perfect. His shoulders were broad, his frame solid, the kind of build that made it obvious he could hold his own without even trying.

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.

I grabbed some water and asked to step out for a moment into the fresh cool air. I stood by the door for about 2 minutes until a man came over to me. He had red wavy hair that was styled back into a wet look. He reminded me of Lugh a little bit. A similar long narrow face but whereas Lugh has more strawberry blond hair. This man had strong reddish hair like Orla. He was wearing jeans, a green jumper and a black leather jacket. He invaded my personal space which irritated me instantly, especially when I was hot already.

I take a close look at all three of them. A man, who looks to be in his early thirties, is in the middle. He has icy blue eyes and a round face with fine lines, he has jet black hair complementing his dark trimmed beard. He is muscular and tall. To his right is a guy, seems in mid twenties, has dark brown curly hair which is really suiting his charming face and charming smile. His cheeks are sunken to an appropriate extent. He, too, has icy blue eyes and is muscular but not more than the middle one.

The doorbell rang. Alvin opened the door with a solemn face. A man in his 50s stood at the door in his suit. He had a big. bald spot in the middle of his head, also known as the typical 'Mediterranean sea' hairstyle. He had an oily forehead, a bulging belly, and a sheepish smile on his face. "Who are you looking for?" Alvin asked arrogantly, with an expression that made him look like he was difficult to get along with.

“Not all men are abusive assholes. Don’t give up on the rest of us.” He had been so tender and gentle. Something that she was not expecting from a man like him. He was muscular like Reese, but several inches shorter and less bulky. His long black hair was shaved on the sides and braided down to his mid back. When he spoke with that deep baritone, you could vaguely glimpse a silver tongue piercing.