That day, as I arrived home, I saw Malcolm standing at the gate of the villa.
He was dressed entirely in black and stood tall, with a striking presence.
His eyes were as dark and bright as starlight, shadowed by long, thick lashes that gave him a look both brooding and clear.
He stood beneath the warm glow of the outdoor lights, hands tucked into his pockets, looking toward me.
His lips were pressed together slightly, as if he were worried about me.
"You're back? I… I was out for a workout and just happened to pass by," he said.
I looked at the casual sweatshirt he was wearing and chose not to call out his obvious excuse.
"Yes," I replied simply.
"I saw what was trending online. Are you all right?" His lips stayed pressed together, and he held my gaze for just one second before qui
