Sophia's POV

Descending the staircase with effortless grace, every movement exuding elegance and poise, he approaches me. I can't help but admire his commanding presence. His sharp features are framed by dark, tousled hair, and his eyes hold a glint of curiosity mixed with intrigue.

"Good evening, Sophia," he greets, his voice smooth and commanding.

"Good evening," I reply, my voice slightly shaky as I try to compose myself. "You must be Mr. Williams."

He nods, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "That's correct. Please, call me Alexander." He takes a seat across from me, his eyes never leaving mine. "I must admit, I didn't expect...