روايات وقصص ضمن Cabello Medio Largo Hombre

With a height that towered above most, he exuded an air of both confidence and an underlying sense of mystery. His long, dark hair cascaded down his shoulders, a tangled mane that seemed to mirror the untamed spirit of the road. Strands of hair caught the light, revealing subtle shades of deep brown that shimmered with hints of warmth, and a tinge of red. It was like watching an autumn sunset, but not even the sky could capture the same hues that were in his hair. As he moved, a lock of hair occasionally fell across his forehead, only to be brushed aside with a casual gesture.

Salesman Vega said in a calm tone. He was a short man around 5'5ft tall; he had a big mustache on his face that was so long it reached all the way down to his chest. He had long hair, his hair was longer than him. He tied it in a ponytail and had metal chains wrapped around it to keep it in place. He had the sides of his head shaved and was full of cravings.

"Ah, yes, thank you." Alicia entered that office that was very elegant. There was that man standing, looking at the window with his hands behind his back. He was tall, although Alicia assumed that with her height any man was tall, but he was 1.89. His hair was dark brown and for someone in charge of a company he had no styling products; it looked silky and beautiful, it had volume because of the type of broken hair he had, he was very young. Alicia had read when she was looking for information about the company that the new boss of "Caballeros Tours" was between 35 years old, but it was the only information there was about him and she didn't investigate further.

Louise says from the other side of the phone. “Hmm keep saying" I told him. “As he said before that the man who told him to send this picture were wearing a robe and his face was hidden. But he said that he can see a ponytail. So that’s mean that the man have long hair. And it was black. And he was approximately over six foot tall. That’s al he can tell us" He says in a single breath. It sounds interesting. “It’s not much information and it’s all most useless information.” I replied. Well there are many people with black ponytail.

He seemed slightly taller than the other with light brown hair that was attractively falling over his brown eyes. I moved my eyes to the third guy that was in the middle. He was looking around the cantina, and I took the opportunity to look at him more closely. He was slightly taller than the other two, with jet black hair that was messy and slightly longer. He was tanned and a little bulkier than the others. He had a strong jawline and plump, lightly pink lips that I couldn’t tear my eyes away from. When he licked his lips, a feeling of warmth flew through me.

The first thing I see are his eyes, eyes the color of the freaking ocean, and the swirls in it like the sea waves crashing against each other. His hair, long jet black with strands of grey standing out, he has it packed to the back. He is tall, like a 6'5 to my 5'5, and his abs! My eyes almost pop out of its socket. This man is a freaking walking candy, square tight muscles almost ripping out of his suit, add his perfectly chiseled well shaved jaw — Fuck!

I was starting to wonder if I should hit the table or something. I need him to talk about this so called marriage agreement right now!. Honestly,the man was jaw-droppingly gorgeous. And if I hadn't been grinding my teeth to powder,my jaw would be embedded in the plush ankle-deep carpet right then and there. His jet-black hair was neither long nor short nor straight nor curly but somewhere sexily in the middle. He was clean-shaven but with rich dark stubble surrounding his nose and mouth and along his chiselled jaw. Would they leave stubble rashes on my soft skin?

He acts as my middleman; no one contacts me directly unless I authorize it and that’s usually during a job and never before one. Victor Romano is thirty-nine, has creamy white skin, light blue eyes and trimmed dark brown hair with a deeply receding hairline. He has a dark brown beard that is immaculately maintained – I think he has more hair on his face than on his head – he’s 5’5” and a little on the pudgy side. His face is full, as is his figure but you wouldn’t pay much attention since he always dresses to perfection. He’s wearing a navy blue suit with a black and gold paisley jacquard silk waistcoat vest with a matching tie over a white shirt. He looks dashing and like a flick of his fin

The voice belonged to someone that was standing at a distance. The figure looked like a human and was dressed in a black robe. He seemed like an average middle-aged man in his 50s and had some wrinkles on his face. He had long black hair with a few white strands. His gaze was extremely menacing. As his gaze swept past the crowd, it made everyone tremble in fear. The man had a very unusual aura. His aura felt cold as if he had been living in a dark and humid place all year round.

It’s a happy atmosphere, full of fun, jocularity, and laughter but one form stands out among the others despite all being similar in age, build and fashion sense. He has his back to me with strong wide shoulders, tall, dark haired and muscular. AT this distance he seems to have the perfect male physique of a man in his late twenties, maybe early thirties and so very familiar despite seeing only his back. His short, styled hair is current trend for men, and he has tanned skin on show from wearing only a t-shirt over jeans. Deep sallow skin as though he’s mixed race or maybe Latino or Asian.