Novel & Cerita Hope Mikaelson Aesthetic

Immediately I'm aware of who this is, although I can't quite believe it. "Michael?" I call out. He flinched, glancing over his shoulder at me. There's no doubting who this is. His features have always been so sharp and striking, completely otherworldly. From the strength and prominence of each feature, such as his cheekbones and jawline, to the oddity that is his hair and eyes. The Moon always had an interest in dressing his Sins and Virtues up in creative physical attire. I've never quite understood the obsession to make them so perfect.

“As opposed to what? Stalking people with hobbies?” His eyes darken. “Don’t speak to me like that.” “Or what?” I seethe, fueling the flames to avoid feeling anything else. “You’re the one in my way.” He doesn’t respond. He still hasn’t moved, his chest barely rising. He just stares with that unnerving black gaze. Through my faux hate, I realize what I’m looking at. Art. Alexei could make a fortune modeling. His features are asymmetrical to a fault. Soft waves of black hair absorbing the moonlight like a black hole.