The moment I glanced at the door, my heart sank.
Cole Fay stood there, towering like a celestial figure beside his sister, Lina. They looked as though they had descended from the heavens themselves, every bit the ethereal angels they were known to be.
Cole's perfectly sculpted face was framed by sleek, grey hair, his eyes gleaming with that cold, calculating light I'd grown to known and love in the past.
He wore a sleek, black long-sleeve shirt that hugged his toned frame, paired with tailored black pants that exuded effortless style. The only accessory he needed was the subtle gleam of a Patek Philippe watch on his wrist, understated yet undeniably commanding.
The simplicity of his look made it all the more striking—refined, confident, and dangerous in its elegance.
The Fay twins always exuded an otherworldly aura, like something untouchable, pristine, and deadly.
