“Is everything done?” dinig kong tanong ni Luther nang marahan siyang pumasok sa loob ng silid ko.
Agad akong napalingon. He stood by the door, framed by the golden light from the hallway, wearing a fitted black t-shirt that hugged his broad shoulders perfectly. His dark denim jeans emphasized the strength of his legs, and the way his black leather shoes quietly hit the floor made him look even more composed, like every movement he made was deliberate, calculated, and confident.
He looked effortlessly handsome, like he walked straight out of a magazine. Pero higit sa lahat, may kakaibang presence siyang dala. The kind that steals the air from the room without even trying.
“Yeah, almost done,” mahina kong tugon habang inaayos ang aking buhok. My voice came out softer than usual, almost b
