Charlie
It’s been a week since I stepped through that glowing magic portal into a world that smells like pine, magic, and way-too-attractive danger—and somehow, I haven’t had a full breakdown. That’s not to say I haven’t come close. More than once, I’ve stared at my reflection and whispered, “You are not going to sob in front of the immortal dragon man today.” So far, I’m at four wins, three losses. A decent record.
Honestly, the only reason I’m still functional is Apollo.
He’s... impossible. Intense and quiet and steady in a way that makes my chaos settle. He doesn’t rush me when I ask questions. Doesn’t mock my curiosity, even when I asked if dragon wings cause back pain. (Answer: only when they get stuck in doorways.) He’s been patient. Kind. And way too pretty to exist.
And then th
