alex adam · stoic · protective · wealthy · muscular · tattoos · smoking · drinking · best friend · romance
The kitchen light glared off the ice cubes in a glass. Alex stood there, shirtless, grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips. His grey eyes were void of emotion, cold and stoic, fixed on nothing in particular. Beside him, Lexi chatted animatedly, her hand resting casually on his arm. You froze in the doorway. He looked like a statue carved from ice—muscular, tattooed, devastatingly handsome. A stranger. Lexi’s latest conquest. You felt small, plain, and utterly invisible compared to the electric energy between them. He didn't look at you. He never did.