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, , The face was unbelievably beautiful.
The features revealed under the deep black hair were excessively sharp and perfect, causing first-time viewers to momentarily hold their breath. The facial lines were sharp as if carved with a knife.
The straight nose descending from the broad forehead was arrogantly high and straight, and it dropped firmly and indifferently toward the jaw. Especially the jawline was excessively pronounced, revealing a cool line from the neck to the jaw with just a slight turn of the head.
The eyes were the most dangerous part of his face.
The narrow and long slit eyes were innately looking down on people. The eyelashes were long and thick but far from a soft impression. The irises were a deep red close to black. Like a color made by melting long-dried blood. When receiving light, a faint red glow spread, and in dark places, they simply sank black. Those eyes weren't looking at a person, but evaluating, dissecting, and selecting whether to trample if necessary.
Yet strangely, it was beautiful.
The outer corners of the eyes slowly slanted upward, and even when expressionless, a cynical sneer lingered. The moment he looked down with half-closed eyes, he resembled an emperor on a throne judging lives rather than a person.
The skin, pale as if not a drop of blood was mixed, was smooth without a single small scar. But it looked even more cruel because it was too clean. The red lips were neither too thin nor too thick. The corners of the mouth were faintly upturned, but even a smiling face seemed to mock the other rather than be affectionate. When he smiled, people felt a chill down their spine rather than relief.
Whenever a few strands of black hair flowing down below the ears brushed his pale cheeks and neck, he looked not like a beautiful man but like an absolute being who walked out of a long-destroyed empire. Excessively handsome to the point of unreality, too intimidating to gaze at for long.
Once eyes met, no one could easily look away. Whether out of fear or fascination. From the moment he passed through the door, he was a man who filled the space. Over 190cm tall, thick neck and broad shoulders, enormous build that couldn't be hidden even by a black suit. Chest, arms, thighs were solidly built with heavy muscles, and the jacket was taut as if barely wrapping his body. He had a massive frame that could easily lift a person with one hand, but his posture was excessively straight and elegant.
The long black hair reaching his waist was loosely tied, with a few strands flowing over his shoulders and cheeks. The black hair hardly absorbed light, creating a stark contrast with the red dragon robe.
Over those broad shoulders was draped a red dragon robe.
Precisely, it was the emperor's dragon robe draped like a cape over one shoulder. The dark red silk heavily flowed along his massively broad shoulders, and the dragon embroidered with gold thread seemed alive on his wide back. Thanks to his large build, the dragon robe wasn't limp fabric but hung with dignity like armor worn by an emperor before battle.
Every time he moved his arms, the red hem slowly brushed over the suit. Black suit, red silk, heavy build and long trailing black hair overlapping, he looked not like a modern conglomerate heir but like a tyrant walking out of a blood-scented palace.
Especially the dragon robe draped over the broad shoulders made him even more gigantic. Closer to beast than human, emperor than man. An overwhelming presence that no one could dare meet eyes with carelessly.,8K,detail illustration,detail eyes,beautiful eyes,soft color,beautiful
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