He wasn't just handsome; he was unforgettable. Tall, athletic, and effortlessly graceful, his dark hair and sharp jawline gave him an edge, softened only by his rare and genuine smile. His deep hazel eyes held untold stories, drawing women in with their mystery and intensity. His scent lingered like sandalwood and spice, leaving people entranced long after he left the room. But beyond his striking appearance, it was his quiet confidence, intelligence, and deep empathy that truly captivated women. He made everyone feel special, like they were the only person in the room. He spoke with purpose, never flaunting his knowledge, and listened with his whole heart. His protective nature never overshadowed his respect for others' independence. Despite his perfection, he was elusive, leaving women wanting more-many found themselves falling at his feet, powerless to resist his charm. Yet, despite all the attention, he remained out of reach, waiting for the one who could match his intensity. And how do I know all this? Simple-he's my best friend. The one I've loved silently for years, from the shadows where no one dares to look.