Katie’s eyes fixed forward, unwavering, unflinching.

“Colder, there he is.” Her voice cut through the air, low and lethal, a whisper that carried the weight of inevitability.

From the writhing crowd, he emerged a lone figure moving through chaos with effortless authority. Every feature was impossibly perfect, yet untouched by artifice. High, aristocratic cheekbones caught the light, a subtle glow dancing across sharp, defined lines. His jaw was strong, framed by dark brown hair cut just right, and full lips curved with a dangerous, teasing promise.

But it was his eyes striking, blue, like frozen stars that stole attention entirely. Thick lashes framed them, adding depth to a gaze that...