Sophia
There was a light breeze drifting through the open windows of the study, gently stirring the sheer curtains like silent ghosts.
The scent of parchment and polished wood filled the room, mingling with the faint fragrance of tea and honey that still lingered from the tray I had brought in earlier.
Alan had been talking for nearly fifteen minutes straight. Though I’d never seen or met him before, I've heard tales of his steel attitude and his cold aura.
It was said to almost match Erick’s
However, the man before me right now was the opposite of the man I'd heard about.
His eyes were animated, giddy even as he spoke of his mate.
It was as though the hardened warrior had been replaced with a wide-eyed pup discovering the world for the first time.
“…and her eyes,” Alan continu
