Third Person POV
Sofia glanced at the latest message from Alice on her phone, the familiar tone hovering between sarcasm and genuine concern. Alice wanted updates, details, and maybe a touch of drama to spice up her evening.
But before Sofia could even think of a reply, the door to the room creaked open, and she froze. Her phone slipped from her hand and landed softly on the bed as her eyes were drawn to the figure stepping inside.
Vaden stood in the doorway, wearing a pair of gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips and a fitted black T-shirt that clung to his frame in all the right ways. The soft fabric stretched over his broad chest and powerful shoulders, the short sleeves barely containing his biceps. Every muscle seemed perfectly defined, like a work of art crafted to exude raw
