"You're awake, that's good. I was worried you wouldn't wake up." Said the voice of a man whom she identified, but she didn't feel the same familiarity as before.
a tall man, in his late twenties, with his long legs, broad shoulders, and narrow waist. His toned skin gives him a rare and sexy feeling. He had the perfect inverted triangle body shape, and his firm muscles, hidden under his suit, was enough to die for.
Black purplish hair and with his icy and emotionless deep dark purple eyes, give him a dangerous feeling, Alistair. The man she grew up with, or so her memories, lead her to believe.
"A... Al?" Eliza stuttered, with confusion written all over her face.
"Yes, my love, it's me." She said as she sighed with relief inside.
He approached her cautiously and sat on the bed close to her.
Eliza felt a little uncomfortable having him so close. But he didn't notice.
