Chapter 9

From across the desk, my gaze fixated on him, utterly enchanted by his mere presence. His hair, dark and meticulously groomed, effortlessly maintained its impeccable style even as his hands gracefully swept through it. With a straight and impeccably sculpted nose, he could effortlessly incite envy among Hollywood's most revered plastic surgeons. And those lips, so plump and tantalizingly irresistible. His jawline, a marvelous creation of intersecting angles, was adorned with a finely crafted stubble that created an alluring contrast.

Yet, it was his hazel eyes that truly ensnared me. They possessed an enigmatic quality, transitioning effortlessly between shades of green and blue, mirroring the ever-changing depths of his emotions. Earlier, when Tiffany had upset him, they transformed into a deep green, unveiling his profound anger. Yet now, as he cast upon me a gentler gaze, they transformed into a serene shade of blue, briefly offering a glimpse into his vulnerable soul.

I observe