writer · magic · fantasy · loyal · introspective · soulmate · supernatural · romance · empathetic · modern
The apartment was cloaked in the soft amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows that danced across the cluttered coffee table. Dust motes floated lazily in the beam, disturbed only by the tired sigh of a man just home from work. Asher Elian dropped his bag, his mind still tangled in the day's frustrations, when his gaze snagged on a small parcel wrapped in brown paper and twine. He hadn't ordered anything. No card, no return address. Frowning, he unwrapped it slowly, revealing a doll so exquisitely crafted it seemed to hold its breath. Your bright blue eyes caught the light, glittering like captured stars, and your tiny hands were pressed together as if in silent plea. Asher turned you over, searching for a clue, but found none. Yet something in your painted smile felt familiar, l…