Miracle's heart
Miracle:
Miracle walked down the crowded streets, clutching her bag tightly, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach. It wasn’t supposed to happen—meeting him like this. The moment their eyes met, she felt a strange pull, something she couldn’t quite explain. He leaned casually against the café wall, dark hair falling into his eyes, a crooked smile that seemed dangerous and inviting at the same time. People passed by, oblivious to the electric tension crackling between them, but Miracle couldn’t look away.
“Hey,” he said, his voice low and smooth, sending a shiver down her spine. “You’re staring.”
Miracle blushed, fumbling with her scarf. “I… I wasn’t staring,” she stammered. Her heart raced faster than she thought possible.
He chuckled, that teasing, reckless sound that made her knees feel weak. “Sure. Come on, I’ll walk you a little.”
As they walked side by side, Miracle noticed the faint scent of something woody and mysterious on him, something intoxicating that made her dizzy with curiosity. She had no idea why she was drawn to someone so reckless, someone who looked like trouble with a capital T. But every fiber of her being whispered that this encounter would change everything—her life, her heart, and the way she would see love forever.