Bound by ink. Owned by power. Desired by danger.
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Lily's PoV
The moment I stepped through the doors, his eyes were already on me—dark, unreadable, consuming.
Alexander didn’t just look. He devoured. And I hated how my body reacted to it.
He took me in like I was a secret he meant to unravel, slow and precise. A flicker of something unspoken passed between us—hot, tense, dangerous. His gaze dipped, unapologetically dragging down the line of my body before returning to my eyes with the same icy detachment.
And somehow… that sickened me and thrilled me in equal measure.
Pathetic, isn’t it?
How much I wanted him to like what he saw.
I let my eyes trail down his frame in return. He wore a fitted brown three-piece suit like it had been tailored by the devil himself—sharp, precise, fla
