It was a man—but with hair so blonde, so pale, it reminded Aria of sunlight. Not just the color, but the way it shimmered faintly under the brightness of the sun, almost glowing.
The strands framed his head like a soft halo, and it didn't help that his skin was just as light, nearly translucent, the sunlight catching on it and making it stand out even more.
He wore a hat, but it didn't cover his face—not really. His features were clear and striking, not in a way that screamed beauty, but in a way that made it nearly impossible to stop looking.
There was something quietly magnetic about him. Aria's heart thudded harder in her chest, once, twice, and then again—loud enough she swore she could feel the pulse in her neck.
She didn't walk forward. She didn't even realize she had stopped. Her feet had frozen to the ground as her eyes stayed locked on him, unable to pull away.
