Silvia
Standing in the doorway was a breathtaking figure--elegance wrapped in ambiguity.
His short platinum blond hair was artfully tousled, as if chaos itself had been styled with precision.
High cheekbones gave structure to a face that was both sharp and ethereal, while a pair of intelligent hazel eyes shimmered with mischief and vision.
He wore a well-fitted charcoal grey suit jacket.
The collar of his suit was embroidered with silver thread that catched the light as he moved..
Underneath was a black silk shirt, collar open just enough to suggest effortless confidence. High-waisted black trousers hugged his slender frame, emphasizing long legs and a poised, graceful stance.
There was a kind of curated perfection to him--like a sculpture brought to life, or a fashion editorial ste
