Dylan

"You must be the rogue," said the deep voice. It sent shivers down my
spine. I swallowed, turned around, and immediately gasped. He was the most amazing man I'd ever seen. Dark brown hair fell to his forhead in small waves, stopping when it reached his arched eyebrows. His jaw was carved from marble, his lips a work of art, a suggestive smirk played itself across his features, his lips slightly upturned. Shadows danced across his tan skin, but the most amazing thing about the god in front of me was his eyes. They were a beautiful glowing green, different hues radiated from his dark pupils. I stongly suspected his eyes would glow just as brightly in the darkest of places. My eyes wandered to his bulging muscular arms. His black shirt outlined the obvious six pack underneath. Long legs stretched to make him easily six feet tall.