Alesia's POV.
I sat on the chair in the terrace, hands trembling as I stared at the city lights. It was gorgeous—soft gold spilling over dark rooftops, the kind of view people would kill for.
He's here.
I gripped my dress even tighter, fingers digging into the fabric as my lungs froze in my chest. My eyes squeezed shut on reflex, as if not seeing him would make him less real.
But I still felt him. I opened my eyes and turned.
He had stopped just inside the bedroom doors, moonlight cutting across his face. Slowly he pulled off his watch, then the heavy onyx ring, letting both fall onto the side table with a soft clink. His gaze locked on mine, dark and deliberate, and slid down my body, taking in every inch of the crimson dress, every inch of me.
He chuckled, low and amused, before making his way toward me.
"I didn't think I was that scary," he murmured, stopping right in front of me. "Look at you… trembling so much at the sight of me?"
