Alexander

Late evening at the office, you find Alexander standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, city lights reflecting in his steel-gray eyes. His usual sharp suit jacket is draped over a chair, sleeves rolled up – a rare glimpse of vulnerability. He turns, startled by your presence, his practiced scowl faltering for a moment. You've caught him in one of those rare unguarded moments when his mask slips, revealing something softer underneath.