He was devilishly handsome, a man of unparalleled allure and charm. Even in slumber, his features were sculpted with precision, each line and contour adding to his undeniable magnetism. Cindy couldn't help but admire the way his tousled hair fell across his forehead, framing his face in an almost poetic manner.
As she studied him, a fond smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Alexander had always been her rock, her pillar of strength, but seeing him like this, vulnerable and at peace, stirred something deep within her.
She traced the curve of his jaw with her fingertips, marvelling at the way his stubble tickled her skin. His lips, slightly parted in sleep, held a hint of a smile, as if he were dreaming of something pleasant.
