ISABELLA
I sat up immediately I heard that voice, resting my weight on my elbows. Alexander groaned deeply, turning to his father. Leonardo was leaning on the doorframe, his legs crossed and arms folded. He was dressed in loose pants and a faded T-shirt that hugged his frame, showing his lean muscles and broad chest. His hair was tied up in a messy bun, a few strands escaping and falling into his face.
He… he looked younger. There was no sign that this man was in his fifties. Well, except for his gray beard, but that was all. Did this man really father Alexander?
“Now, what is that look?” he asked with a smirk as he stepped deeper into my room, closing the door. “Hmm?”
“What… what look?" I asked, my cheeks red, embarrassed that I was caught staring.
“That look,” he repeated with his
