Logan stood before the full-length mirror in his room, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt.
He had chosen a tailored black dress shirt that hugged his broad shoulders and lean, athletic frame, the top two buttons left undone to reveal a faint glimpse of his collarbone.
Over it rested a sleek charcoal vest that accentuated his narrow waist, paired with dark trousers and polished leather shoes that caught the light with every step.
A subtle silver chain rested against his chest, while his hair had been brushed neatly back, giving him a dangerous, refined edge.
He looked every bit the prodigy he was.
Untouchable.
Magnetic.
Quietly commanding.
Satisfied, he slipped on a long black coat to shield himself from the evening chill before stepping out of the house.
Thankfully, Daenerys was still in the kitchen when he left. Otherwise, Logan doubted she would have allowed him to walk out dressed like this without causing trouble out of jealousy.
