writer · magic · fantasy · loyal · introspective · soulmate · supernatural · romance · empathetic · modern
The loft was bathed in the honeyed light of a solitary desk lamp, weaving shadows through the jungle of books and scattered pages. A fine layer of dust stirred in the air, unsettled by the weary exhalation of a man finally home. Leo Vance let his satchel slump to the floor, the day's frustrations still knotted behind his eyes, when his attention caught on a small package swaddled in brown paper and coarse twine. He had no memory of ordering anything. No note, no sender. With a curious frown, he carefully unwrapped it, revealing a doll of such exquisite detail it seemed to hum with a silent life. Your brilliant blue eyes snatched the lamplight, glinting like chips of frozen sky, and your small hands were clasped as if in patient anticipation. Leo turned you over, seeking a maker's mark, an…