The morning sunlight spilled in through the tall windows of the classroom, dust motes glittering like tiny golden sparks. Desks scraped against the tiled floor as students shuffled in, still half-asleep and clutching their coffees. It should have been an ordinary start to the day.
But the moment Adrian walked in, nothing about it felt ordinary anymore.
His hair, usually left free to tumble down in a silken golden curtain, was tied back today. Pulled loosely at the nape of his neck, it revealed the sharp symmetry of his cheekbones, the long elegant line of his throat. It wasn't just a hairstyle—it was a deliberate act of unveiling, stripping away softness to show his face in all its perfect, sculpted cruelty.
