I looked straight into the eyes of the man who was sitting before me. He sat there, a striking figure etched against the backdrop of the dimly lit room. Tall and muscular, he exuded a strange kind of confidence that instantly drew attention. It wasn’t just his stature; it was the way he carried himself, a subtle but undeniable power that radiated from him and enveloped those around him. His aura felt dark, almost enigmatic, as his sharp features caught the light in a way that was both captivating and intimidating. The fabric of his jacket stretched taut against his flexing muscles, hinting at the strength that lay beneath, yet he didn’t possess the handsomeness that my husband so effortlessly embodied.