Bab 22: Shattered Reflections    

Cole Fay was the kind of man whose presence dominated the room before he even spoke.

His silver hair, the same striking shade as his father's, shimmered under the soft lighting, casting an almost ethereal glow around him.

It was impossible to look away — the contrast of his sharp, handsome features against the mundane world around him made everything else seem to fade, dimming in comparison to his radiance.

His eyes, those piercing blue eyes, cut through the air with a gaze that could melt hearts and shatter defenses in an instant. They weren't just eyes; they were like cold fire, burning with an intensity that made your pulse race, yet cool enough to freeze you in place.

One look from him felt like being laid bare, every secret exposed under that penetrating stare.

He wasn't wearing anything remarkable — just a simple, casual outfit — but the clothes couldn't hide the raw power that radiated from him.