All hail the new king in town, Justin Theroux.
Justin Theroux has a spooky way of reeling you in.
It must be that eyebrow.
Look at it just perched there on his face, casting a bewitching spell on all the land.
Now divert your attention to all that dark luscious hair resting atop his head like a crown of sex.
Then, when you least expect it—BAM!—arms.
Justin rarely steps out into the sunlight in a garment that isn’t black.
Yet he still manages to ~sparkle~ at every angle.
Theroux? More like we’d THUH-ROW ourselves at him if he ever crossed our paths…
…just to get closer to THIS!
He hits all the marks for Dark Lord of Sexiness: Motorcycle? Check.
Leather jacket? Check.
Derisive smirk? Check.
Perfectly executed smolder? Check.
Sunglasses and a thick scarf? Check and check.
There’s no other title he could possibly possess…
He’s the Dark Lord of Sexiness and he knows it.