~Vivian~
Nathan froze at the door, his body rigid as though he’d been struck by an invisible force. I pressed myself against the wall, my heart beating so hard it felt as if the sound would fill the entire room.
From where I stood, I could only catch a partial view of the man standing in the door.
A sleek, black masquerade mask obscured the upper half of his face, leaving only his sharp jawline and faintly smirking lips visible. It was the kind of mask you’d see at an exclusive, high-society gala, with its dark, glossy finish catching the light like a predator’s eyes. He was dressed impeccably, his tailored suit fitting him like a glove, the crisp white shirt beneath contrasting sharply with the dramatic, shadowy mask.
“I asked you a question,” Nathan growled, “Who the hell are you?
