White Knight in shining armour.

The young man was dressed in crisp white trousers, a matching long-sleeved shirt, and a white hat perched atop his neatly styled brown crew-cut hair.

His hazel eyes shimmered with an enchanting mix of colors, each shade blending seamlessly into the next, drawing Charles in like a whirlpool he couldn't escape from.

For a moment, Charles forgot how to breathe.

There was something undeniably captivating about the stranger—an effortless charm that made the world blur at the edges.

The young stranger stood at an impressive 6'2", with broad shoulders that added to his commanding presence.

His smile was breathtaking, his perfectly aligned white teeth glistening under the glow of the overhead lights.

He looked almost unreal, as if he had stepped out of a world crafted by imagination—too flawless, too mesmerizing to belong to reality.