POWERLESS
Strong jawline, cheekbones that could slice glass, and lips that held no warmth.
But it was his eyes that stole my breath. Those unnerving pale irises, not quite grey or blue, but something in between. Almost silver. Almost white. Like frost on glass.
Eyes that saw everything. Eyes that burned through you.
His thick dark hair was styled neatly, swept away from his face. Everything about him screamed dominance, cold beauty, and unshakable power.
“You’re late,” he said coolly, his gaze skimming over my dress lingering for a second too long.
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