Alexander sat frozen, eyes locked on the boy in front of him.
The boy looked barely eighteen...youthful, sharp, and unshakably handsome. His soft black hair curled slightly at the ends, falling just above his piercing blue eyes. His brows were perfectly shaped, adding to the mystery behind the black mask he wore.
He was dressed in a black shirt tucked into fitted pants, a long dark coat flowing behind him as he moved with an effortless grace. There was something elegant and yet dangerous in the way he carried himself. Almost… familiar.
Alexander's gaze narrowed the moment the boy sat down across the table and slowly removed his mask.
And that's when his breath caught in his throat.
That jawline. Those light pink lips. The bone structure.
He looked...no...he almost felt like Lilith.
Not completely. Not enough to be mistaken as her twin, but there was something in the shape of his face… the curve of his cheekbones… the way his eyes held fire behind ice.
