The Man in the Shadows

Leah shifted in her seat, feeling the weight of the room pressing down on her. The quiet murmurs, the lingering stares it was all unsettling. But then, her eyes landed on him.

In the dimly lit corner of the bar, a man sat with one arm resting lazily over the back of his chair, a half-full glass in his other hand. He wasn't just good-looking he was impossibly beautiful.

Dark hair, slightly tousled, framed sharp, angular features. His eyes piercing, unreadable were locked on her with a smirk that was both lazy and predatory. Dressed in all black, he exuded a dangerous kind of charm, the kind that made her pulse quicken against her will.

He didn't look away.

Neither did she.

A slow, knowing smile played on his lips, like he could hear every racing thought in her head.

Leah exhaled, gripping her glass a little tighter. Who the hell was he?