*Saphira*
The moment I laid eyes on him, I was rooted to the spot, my breath catching in my throat. He stood there, emerging from the bathroom with water droplets glistening on his skin, and I couldn’t tear my gaze away.
He was tall—not taller than Ferdinand, but tall. He had broad shoulders that tapered to a narrow waist. His dark, tousled hair clung to his forehead, and his deep-set eyes were a striking shade of blue, like the clearest summer sky. His build was lean but athletic, every movement fluid and confident, as if he was perfectly aware of the impact he had on the world around him.
The air was still heavy with steam from the shower, mingling with his scent… his delicious scent I couldn’t get enough of. He was stunning and charming in a way that felt almost otherworldly, and I
