Danny Phantom Aesthetic 소설 & 이야기

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Dylan seems unperturbed by Ryder's glare as he drags his eyes over every inch of me. "Believe me, the pleasure is all mine gorgeous." Doing my best impression of Daphne from Bridgerton, I lower my gaze whilst giggling. I don't even have to fake the blush rising to my cheeks. This guy is hot as fuck. Not only are his eyes beautiful, smile drool worthy and hair tug friendly but he's got great style as well. The green button up stretches across his bulky chest. The arms are folded up revealing tan forearms full of veins. Looking at them feels slightly inappropriate. It's like forearm porn. Black slacks and white sneakers complete the look and wow what a look that

No one should look that good with a bandage and bruise, but Danny carries it and it fits her tough-girl style. As she greets her friends and takes high-fives, I take a third look. She's attractive. Not my kind of attractive, but pretty is too mild and beautiful too far in the other direction. Some might refer to Danny as gangly, but after watching her on a rugby field with a ball in her hands, that flies out the window. She even walks like a jock. It's more of a stride, without all the hip movement most girls use, and she swings her long arms to match her gait. I've never seen her fancied up in more than jeans and a loose tee. I can't even picture her in a dress or, God forbid, heels. Her je

It was just me and Dane, two bodies drawn together by an undeniable attraction. As I lay under him, I couldn’t help but notice his eyes linger on my chest for a moment before he quickly snapped out of it and proceeded to take off his shirt. As he revealed his well-defined physique, which was covered in ink, my gaze traced the contours of his muscles, admiring each curve and dip that led down to the V-shape above his jeans. Despite feeling somewhat nervous, I couldn’t help but be drawn to his impressive size. It was clear from the way he carried himself that he was eager to engage in intimacy, and I found myself becoming increasingly excited myself.

Even older women were not spared, some look like they want to approach him but his icy expression chased them away the minute they drew close. I don't blame them though, Daniel is effortlessly charming. He looks like a magazine's super model with his olive skin tone, sharp jawline, full brows, and long eye lashes that I've always been jealous of. He has a piercing set of hunter eyes in a striking shade of turquoise that sometimes looked blue, a perfectly shaped lips combined with his goatee beard. Added with his constant icy expression, he's giving off a cold CEO vibe, which he actually is. I looked at my wrist watch and realised it is already 5:30 PM.

“That’s the honest answer. I watch trends, hunt for opportunities. Every now and then, I see something new and promising that turns out to be the next big thing.” Her dark brow arches. “Like Conrad?” “Fuck no.” We share a laugh and my God, I could drown myself in her voice. “His ‘art,’ if it can even be called that, is a plague upon mankind. I’m honored to have been the one to personally eradicate the worst offender.” “There you go again.” Daphne sips her drink as she studies me. “One minute, you’re this laidback, kinda crude dudebro. The next, it’s like you just gave a cultural aesthetics lecture at Yale.”

He said. Quinn frowned. Luce Lucy? Then he got it. LOOSE Lucy. He snorted. Then covered it with a cough. A second later Dany showed up and knocked on the door. Quinn yelled at her to come inside. Here was the thing. Dany was insanely gorgeous. She had ash blonde hair that hung in ringlets and it was long as shit down her back. He didn’t know what she did for work but she was fit as fuck and tan and had a few freckles across her nose that made it seems like she grew up at the beach instead of cloudy Oregon.

“You’re shaking.” Dante had always been the careful one, the controlled one, but tonight he looked... different. He’d dyed his hair a soft, pale blonde that caught the dim light, stripping away the last traces of the darker, brooding version I’d known and replacing it with something disarmingly youthful. The change made him seem almost boyish, too young for the weight of what he carried and too soft for how dangerous he is. His face was all gentle angles: high cheekbones softened by rounded cheeks, a small, straight nose, and those eyes, large and luminous, the kind of big, expressive eyes that made people instinctively coo “aww” before they remembered how lethal he could be.

He holds out a hand, his no doubt expensive, diamond studded wristwatch glinting in the overhead lights, "Name's Damon. I'm the fucker's bestfriend." His lips curve in a mischievous smile. Dressed in a designer trench coat, thigh high gleaming boots, dark slacks and a pristine white shirt, Damon can be considered a good looking man. A very good looking man. Add his aristocratic, bad boy, good looks to the mix and he could have any girl falling for him within seconds. I return his smile with a small one of my own. Would it be rude to inquire after my sisters from this gorgeous, friendly stranger?

“Oh.” “You sure you’re alright?” “Yep. G-got to go.” Danny dressed, and poured himself the day’s first drink, Chang beer from the 7-11 down the street poured straight into a glass he kept frosted in the refrigerator. He liked the cool on his fingers, the chill against his lower lip as he sipped. It was one o’clock in the afternoon. He opened the walk-in wardrobe and rifled through the clothes to find something appropriate to wear that night. Like everything in the apartment, it was musty, swampy despite the chug of the air conditioning unit built into the far wall.

He was simply handsome. Wayne's eyes wandered around to Dan. Daniel who was busy watching a movie on his laptop while sipping from a glass of wine was no doubt the leader and most good looking amongst the three. He had black hair, full eyebrows, long lashes which conceal his serious looking honey brown eyes, perfectly shaped nose, curvy lips, clean jawline, perfect body structure and great height. He is the perfect example of a super model which he indeed is. Looking at Dan one would possibly think he had Asian origin_which is kinda true since his maternal grandmom was Korean. Although he naturally got his good looks from his beautiful half-Korean mother.