Golden
Brilliant spears of radiant light filtered through the window catching his golden hair illuminating it like a halo around him. With his palm flat against the window, his violet eyes and ivory skin caught the sun taking from its light shinning with a luminance of his own. It only added an appealing accent to his exotic features. Another woman would call him beautiful; another woman would have fallen for his honeyed words and actions. Many women would fall for his irresistible charm, but she wasn't any woman; she was Haruhi.
As he was a golden god wrapped in shimmering light of the afternoon sun, she was an indifferent commoner and plain. Framed by a wide window which let through the startling blue made him seem like a living painting, so perfectly poised just beyond reach, you could not touch for fear of being burnt by his brilliance. Or so he would have her think, while she stood disheveled and unkempt slumped on the door-jam, taking heaving breaths.
To her he was merely a good man, with a kind heart, and an understanding soul, someone that took the pain of others onto him as if it was nothing at all. He willing gave all he had and more, without as much as a blink of his eye. Selfless; yet naive, he was guileless as a child at time yet wise beyond understanding.
He turned to smile at her, hand proffered so invitingly. They are like polar opposites, the sun king and the barren earth. Yet, she would take that hand not because he is beautiful, or because he says the right things or because it is an honor to have his radiance shine upon her. None of that matters to her.
Yes, he is beautiful, she thought. But that wasn't why she'd fallen in love with him. I had fallen in love with him for his heart.