NOBODY'S PERFECT
WOW: sharp. Poor Samifer tries so hard, but ...
Disclaimer: I don't own him.
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Samifer was a startlingly handsome man. With his tall, languid elegance, long silky chestnut hair and brooding-sea-storm eyes, he knew it too.
He always looked his best; his white suit always spotless, pressed with razor-sharp precision, shoes carefully polished and his shirt and tie fresh on every morning.
The blood-red rose that he carried created a fascinating diversion, just adding to his irresistible air of mystery and danger.
Yes Samifer was perfection made flesh and blood. He should have had humans falling at his feet.
It was just a shame the stink of sulphur cramped his style so much.
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