It was David.
He stood there in a crisp white shirt, tall and composed, his silhouette sharp under the dim hallway lights.
His hair was styled just enough to look effortless.
As he stepped closer, the soft glow from the hotel's ambient lighting revealed sharp, elegant features.
His face was unforgettable.
A strong jawline, well-defined cheekbones, and eyes that seemed to see straight through you.
His brows sat perfectly arched above those deep-set eyes, and his lips curved into a calm, practiced smile that looked both warm and calculated.
If she had to pick one word to describe David, it would be"polished."
Everything about him felt refined, the kind of grace that came from generations of quiet privilege, not performance.
His eyes crinkled slightly when he smil
