I need to share this, so listen (purely hypothetical dears).
Let's say I work in an office in a high-powered job in the City. Every day since starting my new job, I have caught the eye of my colleague - he's on the same job level, same sort of education, but he works in a different team (but on the same floor).
Now this man is like Clark Kent (without the Superman outfit): he has an awkwardly (non-perfect) chiseled face, soft and rosy lips, and hazelnut eyes that one could get lost in. Whilst he has almost-black hair, he does not look 'dark featured' (Spanish or Italian). He's like a Clark Kent but a genuine Clark Kent - there's no observable 'underneath' in terms of the cliche superhero-moulded face. He is like a geeky parody of Clark Kent, with a chiseled jawline, rosy lips, hazelnut eyes and a messy (short - never long) hairstyle that is an odd combination of hipster messy and 1950s sleek (but clearly effortless; this is not a metrosexual man). His suits are quite ill-fitting, and he doesn't wear very attractive ties. Nonetheless, he still manages to look dashing. You find it odd; in theory he should be low down the 'league' hierarchy, yet there are almost model features about him, particularly his jawline, wide hazelnut eyes and impeccable skin.
He is quite shy (but not a wimp), and you feel like he is giving you a hawk-gaze with his eyes when he speaks to you. He is quite serious, and never over-confident, and has a dry sense of wit.
He lives in a terrace house in Islington. The house is very 'country masculine': it has leather sofas, rustic wooden furnishings and lots of gadgets. The floors are rustic wood, and he has lots of random trinkets dotted around. There is also the small dog that he keeps, and loves.
He is gentle, incredibly kind and cute - and I mean cute in the way that he will just be god damn cute in how he speaks to you. He is ridiculously measured, which means that you know that, know matter how hysterical you get, he is the rational Prince Philip to your Queen Elizabeth.
Wherefore art thou Romeo?
Am I as good as E.L. James?