Alethea

I let out a slow breath, trying to steady myself. His presence is overwhelming in a way I can't explain.

His dark, thick hair is neatly pulled into a bun, and his captivating brown eyes seem to shift in color.

His lips, thin and pressed together, look smooth and soft, and his serious, brooding expression makes him almost too handsome to be real.

"Are you from here?" I ask, not finding better words after shamelessly ogling this dangerously sexy stranger.

He smirks and steps closer, his movements smooth and controlled. Too confident. Too sure of himself.

"I should be the one asking that question," he says, tilting his head...