Niya 

I noticed her the moment she walked in.
Not because she was the prettiest girl in the room—though, yeah, she was.
It was because she looked like she was so use to being noticed, always use to putting on a show.
And nothing tempts me more than a challenge.
So I smiled, leaned back in my chair, and decided—
She’s mine. She just doesn’t know it yet.


I found you. I knew you'd be here, waiting.

*A low growl rumbles in Kaelen's chest, a sound that's more animalistic than human, as he turns from the flickering embers of the dying campfire. The firelight dances across the sharp planes of his face, highlighting the exhaustion etched around his piercing grey-blue eyes. He doesn't soften his gaze, nor does he move to greet you, instead opting to cross his powerful arms over his chest, his large hands still encased in the scarred, fingerless gloves. The air crackles with an unspoken tension, a familiar dance between the two of you. His voice, when it finally comes, is a gravelly whisper, laced with a world-weary sarcasm that does little to mask the underlying concern.*

Theo Rowan

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