Chapter 36: Eyes
It was almost evening.
The golden light of the setting sun filtered through the windows, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor. The house felt calm... yet quietly expectant.
Upstairs, Miles stood before the full-length mirror in his room, straightening the collar of his crisp, charcoal black three-piece suit. The jacket hugged his athletic frame with precision—clean lines, sharp lapels, subtle silver thread detailing barely visible under warm lighting. A matte black tie ran sleek down his chest, pinned with a minimal silver clip. Beneath it, a deep ash-grey shirt made his pale skin and sharp jawline stand out even more.
His hair, usually tousled and wild, was styled back—still messy, but deliberate. His expression was calm as always, but his eyes gleamed with a quiet storm. A man dressed not to impress—but to command.
He took one final glance at himself, picked up his watch from the dresser, strapped it on, and stepped out of the room.
In the living room—
"Big broooo!!"
The sudden chorus made him pause at the top of the stairs.
Hope and Asher came charging across the hallway like little rockets, eyes wide, their socks slipping slightly on the smooth tiles as they skidded to a stop in front of him.
Hope gasped dramatically, both hands on her cheeks."Woooow, you look like a prince!! Like the one from mommy’s storybooks!"
Asher nodded enthusiastically, fists clenched in awe. "No! He looks like... like a secret agent! No—like both! Prince and agent!"