Way and Alan stepped into Mr. Pete's office. Way was trying to maintain his composure, but the moment his eyes met Mr. Pete's face, he froze. His feet seemed to forget how to move. That was the first time Way truly got a glance his face – Clearly, Fully.
Mr. Pete looked ethereal — His deep-set eyes held a quiet intensity, as if they saw through everything and everyone. His hair was effortlessly styled, every strand falling into place with deliberate elegance. His posture was a masterclass in confidence – graceful yet powerful, relaxed yet commanding.
He isn't just handsome – he's hauntingly beautiful, Way thought as his eyes continued to explore Mr. Pete's body.
Beneath the white shirt he wore, the faint outlines of lean muscle flexed with every movement of his hands. His sleeves were rolled just enough to expose his forearms which was strong, sculpted, and veined like a marble statue brought to life. He looked like a man not simply desired by both men and women – but a man who defined desire.
Way almost drooled at the sight...Thanks to Alan he escaped his trance.
𝙒𝙖𝙮 : [* 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚔𝚜 ] I might forget about the bad impression I had about him .
𝘼𝙡𝙖𝙣 : Oh, so you're finally moving on from Babe.
𝙒𝙖𝙮 : What of course not! I was just complimenting him.