Novel & Cerita Older Handsome Men

His crew cut, bulging muscles, and piercing gaze set him apart, his face etched with an air of superiority. He was a cut above Sean, the family's black sheep. Jacob's presence was commanding, a clear step up from Sean's frivolous ways. The entourage of 100 men behind him mirrored his pride, each radiating a silent but deadly seriousness. The middle-aged man with them, not yet fifty, had a face that spoke of discipline and a body hardened by experience, giving off the vibe of a seasoned warrior. His hundred men, armed to the teeth, were the picture of solemnity.

Dima was invited with a charming smile, making this moment feel increasingly intimate and enticing. As Dima continued to engage Edgar in conversation, the atmosphere shifted, charged with unspoken tension. Just as Dima was about to suggest they grab a drink, a distinguished older man, clearly in his late fifties with silver hair and a commanding presence, approached them. Dima's father, Mr. Ardan, a well-known businessman, had an air of authority that demanded attention.

Now I’m starting to realize why she always refused. I grind my teeth with that fake plastered smile as I turned to Alpha Mercury. He was the older gray-haired man that had greeted me. He was plump and rocking the “dad bod” but clearly still had chorded muscles to the eye can see. This old man may be old and clearly out of his prime but he never missed a workout a day in his life! The pot belly of a dad bod must be from an over indulgence of wolf’s beer; Strong and able to knock a wolf on his ass, but a killer on the calories.

They were greeting the two men who had stepped in from behind. These four men in suits were definitely not ordinary people! Everyone present felt the unprecedented pressure! That cold and dominant aura was too strong! Even Philip's eyelids jumped because he saw the shadows of Dragon Warriors on the four men in suits! No, to be precise, they were at the same level as the Dragon Warriors! Immediately following that. An elderly man in his 70s came in while relying on his walking cane with a smile on his face. He looked robust and was greeted by Jacob.

Before we could even look around, hands were on us. Four men—big, rough, no nonsense. One had a shaved head and a scar across his cheek. Another was covered in thick, dark tattoos that crawled up his neck. The third was lean but corded with muscle, cock already leaking. The fourth was the biggest—easily six-five, arms like tree trunks, cock so thick it looked painful even soft. They didn’t speak. They just moved.

Harvey narrowed his eyes and looked at the center of the main hall. Two old men with combed hair and dressed in traditional garb were sitting there. One was slender and with a monocle, like a noble from the West. The other one had a moustache and, while there weren't a lot of wrinkles on his face, the liver spots on his face proved he was quite old. Behind them were dozens of men and women, all of them were wearing custom-made outfits and accessories from prestigious fashion designers. They seemed to think highly of themselves, looking down on everyone around them.

It was so fast and loud that my heart stopped. Three tall, striking men stepped in, each commanding attention effortlessly. The man in front looked younger, lean, soft features, neatly styled dark hair, and calm, observant eyes behind subtle glasses. The one in the middle looked like the eldest… broad-shouldered and imposing, with a sharp jawline, low-cut hair, and piercing, authoritative eyes. The last man appeared refined, dressed in a tailored suit, with slicked-back hair and intelligent, calculating eyes. And for some reason… They were all smiling widely.

I wondered. "Excuse me!" a deep manly spoke to which I flinched a little bit of the sudden presence beside me. There stood a man neatly dressed and is a perfect example of butler. In most of the films we see an old man who looks like he is ready to die in a few days as a butler with his about to be lost teeth and pleasant sugary smile. But here I see a young man who is probably in his late twenties standing in a stiff position and looking extremely handsome. Another Handsome?! All are handsome man in the world exist in this house?

The Appearance of the Sun of Ages An elderly man in his late seventies, tall despite his gaunt frame. His skin is a deep, sun-burnt bronze, and his amber eyes gleam with a hidden fire, as if a tiny sun burns within each pupil. Long white hair falls over his shoulders, tinged with golden strands that catch candlelight like sparks from another world. His thick beard conceals a faint, unreadable smile.

Should they just kill the old man and run away from the pack? The friends were sure they could handle him even though the old man looked nothing like his age: with a towering height of 6'4 and a strong build. His white beards and slight stoop on his back were the only indications that he was old. "Well! Well! Well!" The old man accentuated every word, a big grin on his face as he stood before the four friends. "look who we've got here. The rebel and his friends!" The old man announced, throwing both of his arms in the air dramatically like one who was starting a speech.