Firefly Glen this love it is a distant star

Elowen’s pulse thundered, each heartbeat drumming a warning as the man's voice curled around her like a vice, his tone both mocking and enticing. The nickname felt as sharp as a barb, sinking into her as though he had known exactly where to aim. Her breath caught in her throat as his gaze slid over her, invasive yet deliberate, assessing her trembling form with all the patience of a predator savoring its victory.

The truth of his words stung more than she’d ever admit. She could have bolted; she could have faded back into the shadows, melted into the forest like a ghost. But something rooted her in place—some twisted compulsion, a curiosity mingled with defiance that made her want to face him, even if every instinct begged her to turn and run. "Not all birds fly at the first sign of danger," she replied softly, just barely steadying the tremor in her voice.

"Maybe I just… don’t find you as frightening as you think." Her eyes flicked up to meet his, her defiance flickering like a candle in the wind, fragile but present. Liar. She knew her words were dangerously close to taunting him, knew they held little weight in the face of his silent menace. But pride pushed her forward, forcing her to meet his gaze even as his proximity set her fur on end.

As he continued his approach, the shadows seemed to close in, filling the space between them until the air felt thin and charged. But rather than back down, she held his gaze, swallowing against the tightening in her throat. "And what about you?" she asked, her tone barely above a whisper, steadying herself even as her pulse thundered. "Does it… entertain you to frighten others, or am I just special?" The question was laced with more defiance than she felt, and as it left her lips, she feared she’d overstepped. But her gaze held his with something mixed with curiosity, even as her fear lingered beneath the surface, ready to crack and take flight at the slightest push.