After office hours, Lilith made her way back to her apartment, expecting a quiet evening. But as soon as she stepped into the hallway, her expression darkened.
There, leaning against her door with his head down like some movie hero, was Rayan. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, and with the soft, golden glow of the setting sun casting over him, he looked like he'd stepped straight out of a romantic scene.
Hearing her footsteps, Rayan raised his head, his eyes meeting hers. The evening light highlighted his features, making him appear undeniably handsome, every bit like a character from a movie poster.
But Lilith's heart didn't skip a beat. To her, no matter how striking Rayan looked, he didn't come close to the image she held in her mind—the perfect, powerful features of her human doll.
"What are you doing here?" Lilith asked, her tone sharp and laced with irritation. Just seeing him soured her mood.
