After an accident, Imara, a 28-year-old plus-size black woman, ends up in a strange rainforest world from a bittersweet novel she read. This wild jungle is full of mysterious and dangerous beastmen, just like the stories she used to read.
To stay al...
Harvey embodied an ethereal androgynous beauty, a mesmerizing blend of masculine and feminine features. His wavy blonde hair shimmered under the sunlight, his leopard print ears twitching slightly.
His face was a mesmerizing blend of sharp angles and soft lines, a beauty that was absolutely otherworldly.
But it was his eyes, the color of a clear deep blue summer sky, that held the most power—They were windows to a gentle soul that radiated warmth and drew me in.
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As he approached, his eyes scanned my face, lingering on the scratches, then down to the hand clutching my side. Concern flashed through them instantly.
I stood frozen, shocked into silence. My heart trembled at the reality before me—Harvey, the character I had adored in the novel, was real. He was standing right in front of me, more captivating than I had imagined.
How is this even possible? I wondered, confusion swirling in my mind.
"You're hurt," he stated softly, his voice a soothing melody that carried a deep sense of urgency.
Harvey's gaze softened further, as he took a step closer. The gentle warmth in his eyes made me emotional for some reason. I felt my legs begin to weaken, and just as I started to lose my balance, Harvey caught me, from the overwhelming flood of feelings. His strength, though unexpected, was comforting, gentle, firm, and steady as he effortlessly lifted me into his arms.
His gaze met mine, and my heart skipped a beat. Emotions I hadn't expected surged through me—admiration, infatuation, and disbelief. This was Harvey, real, and tending to me in real life.
"Let me take you inside and tend to your wounds," he said, his voice gentle, with a hint of sweetness. His eyes lingered on my face, tracing the scratches with quiet concern.
Even at my plush 225 pounds, he held me with ease, carrying me inside his hut as though I weighed nothing. I felt small, overwhelmed by his kindness and presence.
With Harvey holding me in his arms, I was completely spellbound. It felt surreal to be so close to him, and I couldn't find the words to express the whirlwind of emotions inside me. Our faces were inches apart, and I couldn't help but be captivated by his features—his sun-kissed skin, soft looking lips, and those striking blonde eyelashes and brows.
His face was sculpted like a work of art, as if he were the embodiment of a Greek god, capable of stealing any woman's heart. I found myself leaning into him, drawn by his scent, resting my head on his shoulder. I was speechless, completely overwhelmed by the moment.
As he gently set me down on the straw-padded bed, I could feel the slight rustle of the dried grass beneath me. Though simple, it was surprisingly comfortable. A soft blush spread across his cheeks, and I realized I had been staring at him like a love-struck fool.
Harvey's POV:
I knew I had to focus, to stay grounded in my duty as a healer. But as I carried her inside, I couldn't ignore the lovely scent she carried, the softness of her body, and the emotions stirring in me from the moment I first laid eyes on her. Her beauty was striking, just divine. Her skin, rich and lustrous like sun-warmed chestnuts, gleamed even in the dim light of my hut. Her dark curls cascaded down her back, her look unlike any female I had ever encountered, which only added to her allure.
