Pen’s always been fit, despite not being an athlete like me. His daily runs and our hiking trips take care of keeping him lean, along with the few days he goes to the gym to keep his muscles toned and sculpted. And his pale skin makes him look like a marble statue of some sinfully beautiful god. With the dark hair, bad-boy aura, and wicked gleam in his eyes, I wouldn’t say anyone but Hades. And I’m more than happy to let him drag me to Hell.
