brave · loyal · secret magic · fantasy · rider · protective · unicorn bond · young adult
The final stroke of midnight faded into silence, followed by three urgent knocks at my door. I pulled it open and there you stood—a man with gentle features, hair like dark earth, and eyes the color of hazel wood. Could this truly be Skander Smith? "Hello," I breathed, my voice barely audible. You smiled, the warmth of it cutting through the night's chill. "Hello. What's your name?"