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He smiled, rubbing his head. “Shaving my hair is just something I did to look more masculine; I guess I am pulling it off. Females are scared to come close, especially because of the scars,” he said. Well, he does have scars, even one on his cheek and head. He doesn’t look bad at all, he’s just bald. He is still handsome if you decide to look past the scars and baldness.

I swallowed and tried to move my thigh from him, but he only held on tighter, and his thumb began to brush the skin lightly. I closed my eyes, and opened them again. “I cannot describe him.” I said, “I wasn’t really paying attention because I was desperate to get into a safe place, that studio.” Colt nodded in understanding and I felt an urge to hug him. “He looked like the regular almost-six-foot American man, curly hair and beak nose.” “Clothes? Watches?” “His suit looked pricey, but definitely not custom-tailored.” I stopped, placing my palm against my head.

I replied. They both looked at each other like this was an amusing game. I can already tell that even though they seem like mean fighting machines they are nothing but jokesters underneath it all. "I was going to cut my hair today, that's what we usually do so that people can tell us apart but, we have crazed elders on the loose so that got put on hold." One replied. A haircut? I could do that. I mean how hard could it be? "How do you usually cut it?" I asked. "I usually buzz cut the sides but leave the top a little longer to style it." He replied. Now that I look I can see that his hair is shorter than his brothers. "Okay, let's do it then." I replied smiling. His smile dropped from his fac

Sort of a playboy that dwells in an ancient man's body. A smile stretches up my lips. “You look…awful.” The grin he had was gone in an instant. His brows furrowed. “I asked for the best haircut…she said it was the best for tawny men.” He said as he bent his head, swirling his neck to give me a three-sixty degree turn. His haircut gave his hair a nice gradient, it was cut very low at the front and tapered to the sides and down his neck, waves form in a spiral at the center of his head, spreading down

The guy is extremely attractive in a dark and sexy sort of way but looks scary as hell. His friend on my right looks way more approachable. I roll my eyes at his man bun, but as I get to the table, I see that it actually works for him. This guy is gorgeous! I can tell that he’s a bit taller than his friend, and where Mr. Faux Hawk is dark, Mr. Man Bun is light with his sandy blonde hair, that’s shaved from the middle of his head, all the way down; keeping the top long enough for said bun. His caramel-colored eyes light up when he sees me approach their table.

he called out in a growl. His long hair was pulled into a man bun at the back of his head. Damn he looked good like that.

He is a disgusting, demented creature. As everyone took their leave to rest, I lowered myself to my knees and looked at the unconscious man lying down next to my feet. Despite looking like he went through a meat grinder, my destined mate is undeniably a beautiful man. He has a masculine, square-shaped jaw, full of thick raven-black beard and a slightly squared-shaped face framed with tousled black hair which reaches his shoulders. His hair, although now dull and full of gore from battle and battery he suffered from Malleteagan, is still giving magnificent contrast to his rosy complexion. He is not even remotely bulked up with muscles as Malleteagan is, but he is still out of ordinary tall an

This was probably my own personal hell. Just as the barista marched off, I caught a pink and purple tinge flood a nearby couple. A slightly see-though arrow stuck through the two of them. My eyes snapped across the room. There he was. All six-foot-four of him. His hair was cut short. He wore some sort of toga draped around his shoulders and waist. To top it all off, he had arrows with little hearts strung to his back. God damn it. He started to turn away.

Exhaling through my nose, I shut my eyes and tilted my head back a little, then opened them again and turned. Colt was in his training uniform, hair a little disheveled, like he’d just come off the training grounds. He was handsome, and that annoyed me. This would have been so much easier if he were ugly. But he wasn’t. He was perfect. Almost as perfect as Dominic. “Yes?” I asked curtly.

Cane turned, his eyes narrowing. Ignatius didn't answer. He grabbed a handful of his own hair and snip. The dark curls hit the floor. He kept going, his movements jagged and frantic. Snipping. Trimming. He hacked away the beard. He scrubbed the grime from his face with a dry towel until the skin was raw and weeping.