Sebastian Stan Long Hair Novels & Stories

"It’s a game." I didn’t have to wait long for the monster to appear. The door opened without warning—no knock, no footstep—just the slow groan of wood as it swung inward. And there he was. Sebastian. No crown. No royal robes. Just a plain black shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms, dark gloves pulled tight over his hands. His hair was damp, combed back with brutal precision. He looked... unremarkable. If I didn’t know the man he truly was, I might have mistaken him for someone almost ordinary.

Owen offered introductions, squeezing her shoulder encouragingly, “and Seb, the keyboardist.” Seb was a pretty brunette man with stunning hazel eyes fringed with eyelashes she only achieved with magnetic falsies, the sort of almost androgynous good looks that underwear companies seemed to prefer for their models, and Sebastian was high-school footballer handsome, square jawed, clean shaven, with a grin enhanced by good orthodontics.

When I opened it, I found Sebastian standing there. "What are you doing here?" I asked. Sebastian gave me a bright smile. "I am Darius's personal guard. I can help you with whatever you need." I stared at him, really looking at him for the first time. He was a very handsome young man. He had short wavy black hair that fell slightly over his forehead, beautiful hazel eyes that seemed to change color in the light, and he was tall, about six feet, if I was not mistaken. He had a lean build with slight muscle definition, the kind that came from regular training rather than brute strength.