He'd been twelve when you sent him away, bastard, he was not a baby. Twelve year olds don’t change eye color. Although at twelve he might as well have been a baby then. He sure as fuck wasn't a baby or even a kid now. He had Lucius" strong jaw, cheekbones sharp as knives, and that aristocratic nose. He looked like a damn romance novel cover, especially with his hair a little too long falling into his face. And those shoulders... he’d have loved to shove those shoulders down onto his desk, and–