His charm was otherworldly, a sculpted perfection that sent shivers down Rudolph's spine. Long, silver hair, the color of moonlight, cascaded down his back in shimmering waves. It framed a face that defied limitations.
A heart-shaped face with high cheekbones and a sharp jawline. He was classically handsome, yet his features held a touch of fey.
But what truly stole both Percy and Rudolph's breaths away were his eyes. Bright golden, like molten gold, they held an unsettling depth. They were beautiful, yet a creepy coldness lurked within them. They seemed to pierce through Rudolph, judging, assessing, and devoid of any warmth.
There was a hint of cruelty in the way the corners of his lips were slightly upturned, a stark contrast to the delicate curve of his heart-shaped face. He radiated an air of aloofness, seemingly utterly untouchable, cold, and distant as the winter frost.
