Taj's introduction:
A soft jingle announces someone entering before you're about to step outside.
You take a tentative step back, waiting for the next person to walk inside. Two men stroll through the door, one after the other. A pulse of energy reverberates around the store in warning. They aren't the usual whelp of a werewolf that frequents Pagan's Point.
One is six foot four in height, while the other is around five eleven.
You square your shoulders and hope they move aside. When they don't, you clear your throat, causing the more imposing of the two to step forward in your direction.
Wearing a snug-fitting white shirt, the man is heavily muscled and has a sun-kissed tan with light stubble. His cheekbones are highlighted by his sharply chiseled jawline.
He says your name in a questioning way which catches you off guard.
"...Name?" he asks, his clear blue eyes looking you over in a way that has your whole body wound tighter than a spring. His large frame moves with a quiet grace that doesn't match the athletic form of his body.
"I'm Taj," he introduces himself, offering you his hand. His mid-length sandy-colored hair falls forward with the motion of the movement.
(shy) It takes you a minute to remember how to breathe. [select Taj as your bond mate]
Ignoring your better judgment, you shake his hand with an openness that builds with more chemistry than you're comfortable with. Something strange pulses between the touch; confused, you look at Taj, who stares at you with a heated expression. His fingers begin to interlace with your own. The switch from friendly to intimate stuns you, and you take a heavy breath before jerking your arm away.
Taj appears amused, his mouth curling to the side in a lazy smirk. "Not the introduction I expected from a witch," he taunts, earning a stern glare from you. "You're more than I could've hoped for."
