That wicked sensation was like a demon from hell, irreverently and unabashedly observing everything with utter disdain.
He had a straight, elegant nose, and unbelievably, petal-like lips that looked so perfect you would question if they were painted on!
But his appearance screamed 'bad boy', a player, the Dark Master. Even if he was a disreputable character, you'd still want to get closer to him.
Because he was breathtakingly handsome in an unpretentious, manly way.
His unbuttoned shirt revealed a sexy chest, slender neck, slim arms, waist, thighs, and a roguish smirk that seemed innate. How could words even begin to portray the feelings he provoked?
An inexplicably strong aura of sexiness emanated from him, with male hormones off the charts!
No, it shouldn't be called sexiness, but allure, an allure that seeped from his bones. That kind of allure was lethal.
