The man had short, choppy, ear-length hair, and his skin was fair and smooth. His features were delicate with a touch of handsomeness, and his good looks were softened by a hint of gentleness. The aura he exuded was complex, a blend of different qualities. Yet amidst that gentleness and handsomeness, there was a unique, ethereal elegance that was all his own.
His face was sharply chiseled and coolly handsome; his jet-black, deep-set eyes held a captivating luster. His thick brows, high-bridged nose, and perfectly shaped lips all proclaimed his nobility and grace. 'This… this isn't a man. He's a literal fairy-tale Prince!'
Nate Jennings felt herself about to drool and quickly slapped her hands over her mouth.
When she noticed what looked like red hickeys on the man's fair neck, she couldn't help but cover her face and blush.
'Could it be a one-night stand from the bar last night?'
'She never thought her taste was this good. Did she really sleep with such a gorgeous man?'
