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But these guys also look scary as hell. There was a particular man in front of me, he looked like the boss. Am guessing he’s this friend Romano was talking about. He was tall, had a broad chest, and was well built, Gosh I feel so small right now. He had blue eyes, thin lips, and a sharp jawline that had a little stubble. His jet-black hair was styled to perfection. He had his hands in the pocket of his pants. He was wearing black pants and a black shirt that hugged his frame perfectly. Damn, this dude looks like he works out ALOT, they all do. I’m Impressed.

A male voice booms. A tall man with short salt and pepper hair comes walking down the front steps of the house. He looks like Rian; covered in tattoos, well built, with a strong jaw and broad shoulders. As he gets closer to us, I can see that he is just as tall as Rian and devilishly handsome, a silver fox if you will.

Obviously, he looks masculine whereas I am clearly female. Oh, and his lips are not "fat" like mine. Not at all. They're manly, though. I don't know how else to describe them than that! His hair is where the similarities end, though. While mine is black, his is a dirty blonde. He keeps it short, with an unruly, scraggly "style". I swear he just hops out of bed and it's already perfect every morning. Like a god damn movie star. (I usually spend at least half an hour on my own hair.)

His dark blonde hair is styled in a messy way, like he frequently runs his fingers through it. As he still hasn't recognized my presence, I took this chance to adore him. He has an athletic figure, that doesn't have an ounce of fat, other a perfect ripped body. I can never deny the fact that he has got that look- a playboy persona look- a look that most women fall for.

She used to get startled by his desire to be naked but got used to it by now. "Your haircut!" she suddenly remembered. "Your barber fixed an appointment for you this evening. So don't forget," she walked closer. "You have long hair and your hairline is perfect too..." she wanted to touch his hair but held back her urges. "A classic pompadour hairstyle will suit you best...it will go well with your beard too..." "Pompadour, huh?" Jeremy asked, running his fingers through his hair. His barber always asks him to style his hair that way, but he'd refuse since he doesn't like to put much effort into styling his hair every day.

The bulge suggested that he was well-hung. Third was an olive-skinned man of average height, dark hair with a matching goatee. He had a good build, you might call it a swimmer's body, with a hairy chest, arms and legs. Not as hairy as Wilson, but hairier than most men Tim had seen. Next was a short Latino man, well-built, with short hair and a bushy moustache, modestly hairy body, and a huge bulge in his jockstrap. Finally, there was another well-built white guy, taller than the other four, buzz cut, stubbly face, average body hair.

And he was as meek as a lamb. I had seen his face once or twice amongst the fighters. He was tall and had this physique that appeared as if he had been sculpted by some artist, and not by birth. His hair was rich, like all sons of Alphas were, and the color was auburn. It was always slightly tousled, as if he ran his hands through them now and then. That hair of his framed a chiseled face that made him look royal and sharp as well, just a mix of both.

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.

His broad shoulders and imposing height, nearly matching Rafe's stature, added to his authoritative presence. Despite his somewhat rotund figure, Alpha Egbert exuded an air of dignity and strength, his demeanor befitting his role as a leader. His red hair, streaked with grey at the temples, framed a face that bore the marks of wisdom and experience. His piercing gaze swept across the crowd, conveying both warmth and a hint of uncompromising authority.