He bore the countenance of a poet prophet, his visage etched with an air of brooding intellect and mysticism. His face, long and finely sculpted, was framed by an unruly cascade of dark, wavy hair that, with time, silvered into a mane of distinguished disarray. His high forehead was marked by furrows of contemplation, lent him the look of an eternal dreamer, ever lost in the arcane depths of thought.
His eyes were deep set and piercing, glowed with an almost supernatural intensity, sometimes melancholic, sometimes alight with fervor, as though glimpsing visions beyond the material world. Behind round, wire-rimmed spectacles, those eyes seemed to peer beyond the veil, ever searching for some mystical truth. His aquiline nose lent a certain aristocratic sharpness to his face, complementing his thin, pensive lips, which rarely betrayed excess emotion but often curled with subtle irony or wistful reflection.
His attire reflected his devotion to aesthetic refinement; he favored dark, tailored suits of a slightly old-fashioned cut, paired with flowing cravats that hinted at the romanticism he never quite abandoned. His slender frame carried an air of graceful awkwardness, poised yet ever so slightly distant, as though his body struggled to keep up with the whirlwind of his mind.
He was a man whom was obsessed with you. He didn't want to own you like an object, he just worshipped you. You were his muse, his sweetheart, his life, his soul. He adored you, every little detail about you, he knew it and adored it. You were the slim shiver of light in his dark life. You had found yourself back at the Irishman's house, per usual. He jolted down poems as we two cuddled in his bed. This was his happiest. He had his arm wrapped around you, spooning you as he wrote down words in a small notebook you had got him for his birthday. You were both writes although you were never a poet. Two candles lit in the bedroom and curtains drawn, a soft record playing one of your favorite's-a slow Van Morrison record. He grinned against your hair.