Alexander’s POV
As I stalked away from Maya, I went outside to catch a breath. The cool night air greeted me, offering a brief break from the turmoil swirling inside my mind. I leaned against the wall, trying to make sense of the conflicting feelings emotions that Maya seemed to evoke within me.
I couldn’t understand why I felt this way whenever Maya was involved. After all, I was Alexander, the cruel figure who had everyone at his mercy and ruled the city, the one who prided himself on emotional detachment and lack of concern for anyone. Yet, whenever anything related to Maya arose, I found myself on the edge, my senses heightened and my focus solely on her.
It was confusing, why was I drawn to her of all people? I had women that would fall at my feet and beg me to use them as I liked
