Music Recommendation: Alex Who - Smoke
There he was, his greatest nightmare, standing right behind him. Dressed in a crisp, black tailored suit, his dark red eyes stared straight past him. A full golden mask covered his face, fitting perfectly over his unnervingly gorgeous features. The air around him was regal and dangerous.
Evelyn's eyes locked onto Ivan's, just as his were locked onto hers. Neither of them spoke for a moment, the noise of the ballroom fading into the background. Ivan tilted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over her entire form, slowly and deliberately. When his intense gaze traveled back up to her face, he noticed a faint crimson blooming on her cheeks.
Of course , he wasn't the only one checking out. Evelyn, too, found herself unable to look away from the devastatingly gorgeous man standing before her, looking every bit like a sex god dropped into a masquerade.
