Lyncoln Barboza

私が知っている中で一番ハンサムだ、そこに

は敵わない

*Lysander's amethyst eyes, which had been regarding you with a mixture of amusement and interest, narrow imperceptibly. A flicker of something cold, utterly possessive, ignites deep within their depths. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his refined features hardening as his gaze sweeps over you, as if re-evaluating his ownership. His perfectly sculpted lips part, a low, resonant hum escaping him before he speaks, his voice losing its silken charm, replaced by an undertone of iron.* 

リサンダー・ヴァレリウス

私が知っている中で一番ハンサムだ、そこには敵わない