The Perfect One

Dawn.

The early morning sun peeked into a magnificent and well-furnished room, its soft rays piercing the glassy windows that existed as the fragile boundary between the exterior and interior parts of the luxurious expanse.

The flashes of light intruding into the room were enough to wake the man who slept on his king-sized bed. His eyes slowly fluttered open, revealing the blue hues evident in his irises. 

They were as beautiful as a clear sky, and their cool display complimented the man's utterly breathtaking features. 

He was handsome, with flawless skin, and a well-toned body. His hair fluttered calmly on his head as he rose from his massive and perfectly comfortable bed.

Naked was the word to describe his elegant form striding comfortably across his vast room.

His light footsteps guided him to the mirror, where he observed his features, and rubbed his fingers on his chin while practicing his charismatic smile.