Illyana’s POV
The door swung open, and Alessandro strode into the room, his presence filling the space like a sudden storm. My breath caught in my throat, my heart pounding against my ribs, a mixture of fear and anticipation swirling within me. He looked even more formidable than I remembered, his dark suit clinging to his muscular frame, his blue eyes blazing with a heat that set my bones on fire.
"Illyana," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. "Sofia. What's going on?"
As his eyes met mine, the anger I'd expected, the reprimand for seeking him out, for daring to step into his world, didn't materialise.
Instead, his expression softened, a flicker of concern replacing the usual intensity in his eyes. He dismissed Nico with a curt nod, his attention focused
