SELENA POV
A video. Ten years ago.
My brows furrowed as I tapped on it, curiosity pulling me in before I'd fully decided to look. The screen flickered, and I froze.
There he was. Alexander. But not the Alexander I knew, not the cold, composed, untouchable man. This version sat in front of a piano dressed simply, his posture relaxed, his eyes closed like the world didn't exist beyond that moment. His fingers moved across the keys with effortless grace, each note flowing into the next like a story being told without words.
Then he sang.
My breath caught. His voice was soft and deep and melodious, wrapping around the air like silk and pulling everything into it. The crowd in the video went silent first, then erupted in waves of screaming. My mouth fell open slowly.
"Alexander Blackwood
