The sleek Maybach car purred to a stop in front of Bistro Bliss, its polished surface reflecting the restaurant's elegance. The door swung open, and Luke stepped out, his presence electrifying the air and commanding attention.
His casual yet effortlessly stylish attire made him look every inch the bad boy. A crisp white shirt, partially unbuttoned, revealed a hint of his chiselled chest. Tailored black trousers hugged his lean physique, accentuating his broad shoulders and narrow waist.
His jet-black hair was stylishly messy, as if he'd just rolled out of bed. His piercing gaze and chiselled features made his striking face unforgettable.
As Luke emerged from the car, a collective gasp echoed through the murmuring crowd. Whispered murmurs spread like wildfire:
"No way. Is that Luke
