Ivy’s POV
I shouldn't be snooping. I know that.
I tell myself I’m just grabbing socks, that I have no business digging through Alexander’s things. But something in my gut twists, a quiet whisper that there’s something beneath all the suits and silk, behind his expensive taste and smooth talk. Something dark.
Something real.
I step into his walk-in closet, the scent of him hitting me instantly, cologne, leather, and danger. The air feels heavier in here, like even the walls are hiding secrets. My fingertips graze over the neatly hung suits, tailored, pressed, expensive as hell. I crouch down, pulling open a drawer of ties, then socks.
And there it is.
Tucked beneath the lowest shelf, shoved far in the back like it doesn’t want to be found. A black duffle bag. Plain. Worn. It doesn’t b
