Alpha Atlas
Everyone was so breathtakingly beautiful.
I wanted to look down at myself, but I couldn’t. I could feel the icy shackles that dug into my skin, beautiful like bracelets, but meant to injure. Even with the icy pain that stung my skin, my eyes were locked on Atlas.
He stood nearly halfway across the room, on a raised stage that overlooked the entire ballroom. Two curved staircases jutted out on either side of the stage, leading up to a large balcony.
I took in Atlas’s beauty with a dry mouth and loss of words. His platinum hair was styled messily on top, and shaved along the sides and bottom. It was beginning to grow out, but now was cut.
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