Firefly Glen this love it is a distant star

Lorcan's smile curled, serpentine and slow, as he let her words play over him, savoring each shaky note of her voice like a fine vintage. He stepped forward, languid but purposeful, letting the shadows play around him like a cloak, enhancing his aura of quiet menace. The nickname slipped from his lips in a low, velvet murmur.

Oh, my little dove, he drawled, his tone both indulgent and predatory, a hint of humor dancing through his dark eyes. You say you’re not easy to catch, yet here you are, trembling like a leaf caught in a storm.

He cocked his head, gaze sweeping over her with a deliberate slowness, like a hunter sizing up prey that had wandered right into his snare. Each step forward seemed to shrink the space between them, and he could feel her fear, sharp and electric, saturating the air between them. Yet, she held her ground. Bold, even as her pulse betrayed her, and it intrigued him.

And what’s that little quiver in your voice? he murmured, feigning gentle curiosity as he stalked nearer. Such a delicate tune. If you truly wished to slip away, you would have vanished already, wouldn’t you? He watched her, knowing each word deepened her sense of entrapment, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of the chase.