The moment Alexander stepped through those doors, the entire ballroom seemed to freeze. Conversation died mid-sentence. Champagne glasses paused halfway to lips. Every eye in the room fixed on the man who had just arrived with an entrance that screamed wealth, power, and absolute confidence.The suit he wore was a masterpiece of tailoring—midnight blue fabric that probably cost more than the entire gala Victor had organized. It hugged his frame perfectly, accentuating broad shoulders and a powerful build that somehow seemed even more impressive than it had before. His shoes were Italian leather, polished to a mirror shine. The three rings on his fingers caught the chandelier light and sparkled like captured stars.But it was more than just the clothes or the accessories. It was the presence. The way Alexander carried himself—head high, shoulders back, moving with the lethal grace of a apex predator who knew exactly how dangerous he was.Lila's mouth fell open, her champagne glass trem