What Does Ethan Winters Look Like Novels & Stories

I already brushed my hair earlier, there is no need for that again. I start to put on my makeup, doing something else for the evening. At the end of it all, I had very basic skin and a neutral soap on my lips. I was not in that super production of every day, much less with a neckline the size of the world. I wasn't sexy, I was a little romantic. "I'm ready."--- I pronounce walking out of the bathroom, earning his gaze. Ethan is wearing dark jeans, a sleeve top, white in color, with a black leather jacket. On his feet are black tennis shoes. He is simple, but extremely handsome.

had blocked it from behind me. A black cashmere coat, retaining body heat and mixed with the faint scent of tobacco and cold cedar, wrapped tightly around me. "Halen, standing out in this wind... are you trying to test my patience?" A deep, resonant voice sounded above my head, laced with restrained concern. I turned around. Ethan stood behind me like a towering mountain. He possessed deep, chiseled features akin to a Greek sculpture. His height of nearly six-foot-three carried an intense pressure, and his broad shoulders seemed capable of shouldering all the storms in the world.

Leo had just announced when the chime echoed through the house. Through the security monitor mounted discreetly beside the fireplace, I saw Ethan standing outside our gate. The camera's high definition revealed every detail of his deteriorated appearance. This was the same Ethan who always dressed neatly even during his most impoverished days, the man who would iron his shirts with meticulous care even when he could barely afford food. But now he wore a wrinkled suit that hung loosely on his frame, looking haggard and utterly exhausted. Snow gathered on his shoulders as he stood there, apparently having walked through the storm without an umbrella or proper coat.

"Well, yes. I do." Ethan walked over to the photo frames lined up on the top shelf of the wardrobe, staring at each and every one of the pictures with admiration. Every single picture displayed a smiling woman with short black hair, brown eyes, a thin nose and full lips. I stood behind him watching him intensely as he carefully inspected each photograph and then placed it back in its original position before heading to the bottom shelf to pick out another one. "There's one of you, right here." He said, holding up another photo.

Ethan could jolly well swagger in at the very last moment and still command an audience. Lovett tapped my shoulders steering me side ways. “Why would you look at that,” She muttered pointing at the door. Looking ahead at the front door, coming through the door way as majestically as a king was Ethan, dressed in the latest fads as usual with his blonde hair tied in a pony tail and some strands falling over his eyes sexily. The look on his face was difficult to read, expressionless was more like it. He had a stren gaze that nearly sent chill down the hall. However my heart stilled taking a look at the beautifully dressed red haired lady by his side.

Ethan stood tall, his immaculate blue suit hugging his broad shoulders. His dark hair was finely shaped, and his heavy brows complemented his hawk-like gaze, making his presence rather unsettling. One could swear he was a model for some top agency—a sexy but intimidating model. Ethan was built like a Roman or Greek god. He might have been mixed-race or purely white, but his tanned skin suggested either too much sun or perhaps frequent spa visits. Either way, it achieved impressive results, making him appear anything but pale.

Only about 10 minutes later, Mark, his personal driver, arrived to pick him up. "Sir, you ...." Mark was stunned because he was so surprised to see Ethan's impressive appearance that night, which was far from what he usually saw. He couldn't even control his mouth and said, "Sir, you really look very different. You ... are extraordinarily handsome." Mark almost chose the wrong words. He almost said that Ethan currently looked like a rich man who was so elegant and charming, unlike the poor man he usually was. This could be seen from how Ethan was dressed, his hairstyle, and his mesmerizing style.

Although, it was proving to be too late as Ethan threw his arm over her shoulders. "Riley, I'm so glad you stopped by to say hello. We don't get much quality time together. You have really blossomed since grade school." Ethan said with his lopsided smile. Goddess, he was good-looking. He was tall, muscular, and had these green eyes that went on forever as if you got lost walking through a forest just looking into them. His hair was beach blonde and tousled just perfectly, like he just walked out of the ocean looking. He glowed and was easily one of the most attractive guys in the pack. It was hard to resist his charm, especially because he was actually genuinely a good guy, too.

It felt like I was playing chess with someone, but so many pieces were missing. Ethan eventually stepped out of the building, pulling his hood over his head and checking the street before he crossed it. Despite the ridiculousness of the situation, he looked handsome. The bags underneath his eyes made him look exhausted, like he hadn’t slept in days. His beard was growing in, and he looked way older and way more handsome. Something about the scruffiness of his appearance was so appealing, and it somewhat eased the knot in my chest. “This is fucking ridiculous,” he said as he hopped into the car. “Whoever did this must have a sick sense of humour.”

Alpha Ethan was a man in his late thirties, standing at about 5’7, and his appearance was unusual, yet impossible to ignore. Ethan was dressed in red leather pants that clung tightly to his legs, paired with a plain white T-shirt and a matching red leather jacket thrown over it. His ginger-colored hair was tied into a messy man bun at the back of his head, making him seem so odd and at the same time giving him a weird, careless but striking look. Also, a tattoo of a naked woman was on his neck, adding to the dangerous aura he carried.