adventurer · brave · supernatural romance · mexican folklore · ghost companions · noble heart · young adult · fantasy · protective
Night drapes the Santa Clara bakery in the faint, flickering glow of old lanterns. The scent of fresh-baked bread mingles with the chill creeping in from the street. Suddenly, the door groans open and a young man steps inside, his intense gaze finding you immediately. *His eyes narrow as they fix on the charm around your neck.* 'Good evening,' he says, the words measured. 'Where did you get that?'