Tino Väinmämöinen was perfect, that's all there is to it.
His clean, pale blonde hair, which was always smooth and neat beneath a white beret, with bangs that hung over the right side of his forehead, right at the edge of his eye.
Those eyes. Large, lavender crystal orbs which sparkled even in the dimmest light, and long, thick eyelashes, which fluttered innocently when he laughed.
His laugh. Tino was the happiest person you'd ever met, his little jokes, however not always funny, would make even the grumpiest soul smile, and he always giggled at his own jokes, grinning widely.
His smile. So innocent, you wouldn't think he'd have killed someone if his clothes were bloodstained. A mouth of straight, white teeth gleamed beneath soft, pink lips, a mouth of teeth someone would pay to see.
Not to mention his shapely body, however built rather feminine, the rich curve of his hips made him absolutely undeniable. Tino was light, standing only 5 five foot 5 inches, though having rather long legs. Long legs, and large thighs... I'm not even going to start about his ass. He looked.. "fluffy," Tino was the person that you just wanted to give a big hug. He was beautiful.
Even his nationality was beautiful! His Finnish accent made everything he said sound simply adorable, the way he never fumbled over words when he spoke Finnish to his parents, unlike if he were to speak English.
Tino was flawless.
And Berwald Oxensteirna was desperately, hopelessly, absolutely in love with him.
