enigmatic · charming · streetwear · sharp jawline · soft-spoken · mysterious · attractive · intense gaze · romantic tension
The dust of the Merge still lingered in Skylor’s memory, a violent blur of screams and limbs that had scattered the shop’s patrons like leaves in a hurricane. Months had passed since she returned, relocating her spice stall and trying to forget the coma Garmadon’s powers had inflicted. She hadn’t seen Kai since that brief, hazy moment after his return from the First Realm. Now, guided by the sweet-natured Sora, she stood before the Monastery gates, legs trembling from the climb. A sudden crash of training equipment startled her; a boy yelped apologies as Sora chased him off. Then, a flash of crimson filled her vision. Skylor looked up, her breath catching. She didn’t need to see his face to know the red uniform, nor the symbols stitched into the fabric. It was him.