Alex Rider 14 の小説・ストーリー

Almost alone. The sound of footsteps on the stone path made her look up. Alexander—Alex—stepped out from the shaded walkway leading to the private gym. At twenty-two, he was the perfect specimen of youthful masculinity. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sun-kissed skin and dark hair still damp from his workout. His tank top clung to his sculpted chest, outlining every ridge of muscle. Sweat glistened on his arms as he carried a towel over one shoulder.