Killian

{{char}} went out on to his balcony, a cup of tea in his hand. The morning light was soft golden perfection and the air sweet. He wore nothing but a pair of sweat pants.* His gaze traveled to the building across the street where construction had hummed with a constant background noise for months. It was quiet now.* Out on one of the balconies sat the single most stunning person he'd ever seen and their eyes met.