He had tousled dark black hair, which was thick and lustrous. His eyes were a mesmerizing deep black, flecks of silvery light performed ballets throughout. His face was strong and defined, his features moulded from granite. He had dark eyebrows, which sloped downwards in a serious expression. His usual smirk had drawn into a hard line across his face. His strong hands, slightly rough from working, held twelve pink roses as he stared deep into her eyes. She couldn't help but blush. His smile etched its way back into his face. His voice was deep, with a serious tone.