Elisabeth's POV
The moment our eyes met, every muscle in my body went rigid. It was like being caught in the crosshairs of a sniper rifle. This man radiated danger in waves so thick I could practically taste them in the air. Everything about him screamed lethal sophistication.
The power he wielded wasn't the polished kind that came with boardroom victories. This was something far more primal. Something that spoke of blood and shadows and decisions that left permanent scars on the world. He moved with the fluid grace of someone who had never encountered an opponent he couldn't destroy.
His suit was immaculate, cut with surgical precision to showcase a frame that was all lean muscle and coiled strength. The midnight black of his hair had been swept back from a face that could have been carved by a master sculptor with a taste for beautiful devastation. But none of that compared to the intensity of his stare.
