Kian slowly turned around, his attire exuding an air of elegance and power. The fitted black coat accentuated his broad shoulders and tapered down to his lean waist. The fabric seemed to catch and reflect the light in a way that made him appear almost ethereal. The crisp red shirt he wore underneath contrasted his slicked–back silver hair, with a few buttons undone, revealing just enough of his smooth chest to make Aylin's heart skip a beat. The glittering earring he wore added a touch of intrigue, catching the light as he moved.
Aylin stared at him as his eyes took her in, with no shift in his countenance except for the tug of his lips which Aylin thought was her imagination.
As she got down from the last step, Aylin's heart raced as she descended the stairs, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. She reached the bottom, where Nathan stood, still seemingly awestruck by her appearance. He managed to close his mouth and flashed her a warm smile.