ZURI

The dream felt too real to be a dream. It must have stemmed from my wild imagination, because why did it feel like it happened in real life?!

Tyr was there, standing over me with that dangerous calm that always made my breath hitch. His golden hair fell loosely around his face, his chest bare, every line of muscle carved as though the gods themselves had shaped him with fire and stone.

He leaned down and brushed his lips against mine. The kiss was slow at first, but heat flared through ...