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Was Ethan here? “What did he look like?” I asked cautiously. Mera shrugged. “He wore a white button down shirt, sleeves rolled up to show his veiny forearms. Dark jeans. Clean shaven. And that smile? Ugh, it could launch a thousand ships.” Ethan. It had to be him. Her description matched him perfectly, and my heart betrayed me by skipping a beat. The mental picture of his face, that charming grin and his hair catching the light flooded my mind.

’ she said to herself before sleep finally engulfed her. *** “Are you all ready?” Ethan asked. He was wearing a three-piece suit which made him look more dominant. Though Ethan was in his 50s, he didn’t look old. He was like Orlando Bloom in the movie, ‘Pirates of the Caribbean.’ His long, shoulder-length hair was styled in a brushed-up style, giving him an arrogant aura. “Not yet, Master. Marcus hasn’t come out of his room yet.” One of his men informed him, which made Ethan frown.

Her gentle and pale face was suddenly full of surprise. "Kim?" Kim's eyes suddenly turned red and rushed into Laura's arms. "Silly. Why are you crying suddenly? Who's this?" Laura patted her daughter on the back and noticed Ethan coming into the door. He is tall and straight, with delicate and strong facial features. He has a charismatic and arrogant aura. When he comes in, his calm and cold pressure is released in the room. It's hard to ignore him.

Ethan enters the streaming water, his obstination leaving no room for pleasure… each drop lands on his skin with icy precision, almost what feels like he is challenging his own body to feel any semblance of warmth. His faithful attendants, Sarah and Jane, await Ethan's emergence from the portal to warmth, poised to complete his morning routine. Jane holds Ethan's freshly pressed navy coloured suit, Sarah holds Ethan's pair of polished shoes, ready to carry their duties. Both Jane and Sarah had caught fleeting glimpses of Ethan Smith's vulnerability, his humanity, secluded moments when his mask slipped— even then Ethan adeptly concealed those intimate fractures from prying eyes.

It had always been like that, Ethan was the definition of put-together without trying too hard. His sharp, chiseled features were softened by the ever-present glint of mischief in his eyes. They were a deep shade of blue, striking yet unreadable, like the ocean under a stormy sky. You could never quite tell what was going on in his head, and he liked it that way. “You look like you just strolled in from a long vacation,” I muttered, shaking my head. “Wouldn’t be wrong,” he smirked, running a hand through his hair. “But before you get all dramatic, I had some things to handle.”

The air suddenly felt different and I didn't understand why. However, I found out exactly why the moment I reached the down floor. Ethan was there. And he looked like a wild mess. His hair was messy, but not the type of messy that felt like he had rolled his fingers through his hair multiple times, but the one that seemed as though a bird had laid a nest on his hair. He had dark circles around his eyes, his face was pale and he was sweet as hell. Honestly, saying he looked like a wild mess was just me being nice.

I often sometimes wonder if his mate would be just as much of a jokester or if she’ll be a bit more serious and help ground him a bit. He’s attractive like all male wolves are, tall and muscular. But Ethan’s body shows more of his strength where Jax’s body hides his. They’re very similar in height but Ethan’s ginger hair and grayish blue eyes make him stand out. “Dude, chill out. Raven has to go train with Rion and I was just giving her a reason to hurry back when she’s done.” He wraps his arm around Ethan’s neck, pulling him down to ruffle his hair and winks at me.

Drenched and rainwater dripped down her clothes and brown hair. He appeared in the doorway looking impossibly calm, his dark olive eyes staring deep into hers like she was a problem and a temptation all together. Ethan had a feature of a picture perfect man, He was tall with complementing shoulders, his skin carried a smooth tone. His dark olive eyes shone under the light giving him a fine share of masculinity. A sharp jawline that shaped his face to perfection. His black textured quiff haircut, clean shave and confidence whispered wealth and danger at the same time.

He was a monster for trying to split up me and sleep. Ethan leaned against the doorframe, dressed in a pair of black shorts and grey tank top. It showed off his sculpted muscles and tattoos. His hair was styled perfectly as always. Both Xander and him had the sides shaved and top longer, but Ethan styled his hair while Xander looked like he just rolled with it. I had yet to really see him too far out of his element. He looked at me with an amused smirk that I had the urge to slap off. He always had the knack for bringing out my violent thoughts.

“You think he shows up just to memorize formulas?” I froze. “He?” And before she could answer me, the door was pushed open and there he was. Ethan. Our teaching assistant. He looked so hot that my mouth fell open. He was not supposed to look like that. TA’s were supposed to look nerdy, one of those akward and clumsy graduates who walked around with coffee stains on their shirts. But Ethan?… he was nothing close to that. He looked like he had just stepped out of a forbidden catalog. He was tall, lean, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, he had veins in his forearms, and I swear, all this sexiness should be considered illegal.