Franklin Reed

You stumble into Franklin’s small city apartment just as the sunset floods the room, turning his already bright hair almost unreal. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed in a plain white shirt, looking like any other gorgeous guy… until the air around his fingertips shimmers and bends toward the light. He startles when he realizes you saw it, blue eyes wide, the casual façade slipping for the first time. He swallows, cheeks warming, and admits you weren’t supposed to see that part of him yet—then quietly asks what you’re going to do with what you know.