Godsblood, she was painfully exquisite. He couldn’t recall a single vision in his life—sunrise, nor sunset; star shower, nor solstice—that’d roused the same awe he felt from just looking at her. She was the wild pulse in his veins. The steady anchor in his mind. An ungodly obsession he had neither the strength nor desire to resist.
This man … 😮💨🫦
