“Emma Noor,”
The voice that called was like the sound of waves violently crashing against each other, powerful and bone chilling.
It was in his appearance did I realize what he was: a God. No other being could be so tall and look so unearthly majestic without doing anything. I should know since I have lived with one. I am familiar with the way they looked bigger than life, a being of unimaginable power and immortality.
This God wore out tight pants and nothing more, his muscular chest bare and gleaming with beads of water trickling down his chest. His skin is perfectly tanned as it glows, his eyes bluer than the sea and his hair a light washed blonde as though the sun has shined down on it for far too long. He smelled of the ocean, salty and tangy.
Just by the scent of him, I could
