Before a huge mirror, a towering figure stood meters apart, checking his body. His abs were highlighted by disturbing scars formed from severe, near-death experiences.
His shirtless figure was one to fight for, muscles that screamed of years of workout and effort. Tracing his hands over the dark marks left behind on his chest and stomach, his mind went back to how he had survived after he and Daniel were kidnapped.
Even after rescuing Daniel and risking his life for him, he had been brutally shot at the river bank and left like trash to die alone. But he had been lucky.
The doctor himself couldn't believe it when Alexander opened his eyes. All hope had been lost; it had been confirmed that his chances were slim—so slim they were closer to one percent than zero. But he still beat all odds, scrambling for his life. He couldn't let himself be killed when Daniel needed him so badly.
Leaving his sweetheart was out of the question. He knew he had to survive.
