Stunning.
Yes. Most definitely beautiful.
But there were many kinds of beauty. However, Luca?
He embodied the kind of beauty that would cause someone—several someones, actually—to stop, stare, and stutter.
The golden-eyed cadet looked almost unreal in his ceremonial attire.
Practically ethereal.
In contrast to the strong and intimidating lines adorning the much taller cadets, Luca looked like the personification of grace.
Layers of pristine white fabric draped over his frame in an elegant cascade. The design was structured yet fluid, like folded wings caught mid-motion. An asymmetrical cloak fell from his shoulders in soft pleats, one side flowing longer than the other before tapering into a narrow train behind him. The material caught the light in faint ripples, giving the impression of something that was both delicate and ceremonial.
Beneath the cloak, the silhouette sharpened.
