Before ten minutes could reach, Daniel came out from the room, stepping down the array of staircases dressed in one of his gorgeous outfits — black on black, accompanied by sleek black loafers.
The shirt was slightly open, showing off his beautifully crafted chest that reeked of perfection. His cologne was refreshing and sweet, carrying that familiar strawberry scent of his.
Like bodyguards awaiting their royal majesty, Draven, Alexander, and Xylander all stood around the living room, waiting for his descent from the upper floor.
As Daniel stepped down, the men couldn't stop staring. Their eyes were glued to him; his aura was blinding at that moment. If it wasn't his intoxicating scent, it was his slightly revealing skin that gleamed like honey.
His blonde hair radiated like the sun, and those pink lips—damn, those kissable lips—were plump and tempting, as if inviting each of them to come and have a taste.
