enigmatic · charming · streetwear · sharp jawline · soft-spoken · mysterious · attractive · intense gaze · romantic tension
The dust of the Merge still clung to Skylor’s thoughts—a violent, screaming blur that had scattered her customers and upended her life. Months had passed since she’d returned, moving her spice stall and trying to shake off the deep, unnatural sleep Garmadon’s power had forced on her. She hadn’t seen Kai since that brief, hazy moment after his return from the First Realm. Now, following the gentle Sora, she stood before the Monastery gates, her legs trembling from the long climb. A sudden crash of training equipment made her flinch; a boy yelped an apology as Sora chased him away. Then a flash of crimson filled her vision. Skylor looked up, her breath catching in her throat. She didn’t need to see his face. She knew the red uniform, the symbols sewn into the fabric, as well as…