Anna
I turned around too quickly, my heart leaping into my throat, cheeks puffed slightly because I hadn’t even finished chewing.
And then I saw him.
David stood at the kitchen entrance, framed by the dim glow of the hallway light. He wasn’t dressed in his usual formals, the way I was used to seeing him, no crisp shirts, no structured formality, no perfectly composed exterior that matched the man who ran an empire with quiet authority.
Tonight, he looked… homely and somehow… harder to look away from.
He wore low grey sweatpants, the fabric resting casually against his hips, paired with a simple black t-shirt that clung just enough to hint at the strength beneath. The soft cotton stretched slightly across his shoulders, outlining his build without trying too hard. The faint silver wash
