He was a slight young man of twenty-four, his hair curled and his dark skin of a peculiar ashy hue, but this - as I knew afterward - was due to his bronzed skin always imperceptibly powdered to make it look fairer than it actually was.

His eyes, though generally taken for black, were of a deep blue colour and although they ever appeared so quiet and serene, still a close observer would have seen in them a scared and wistful look, as if he were gazing at some dreadful, dim, and distant vision. An expression of the deepest sorrow invariably succeeded his usually playful glamour.

From the very first time I saw him, I felt that he could delve deeply into my heart.

And although his expression was anything but sensual, still, every time he looked at me, I felt the blood within my veins set aglow.

--- Scene from: The Reverse of the medal

If you are interested in my game based on (propably) Oscar Wildes "The reverse of the medal"... or just in general like Yaoi, this is your link:

Teleny (Romance Simulator) by Selfmaiden - Jule he/him (itch.io)