Firefly Glen this love it is a distant star

Elowen’s pulse fluttered wildly, each thrum betraying the twisted thrill tightening in her chest. His dark gaze, relentless and piercing, sent shivers along her spine. She wanted to pull away, to reclaim the space between them, but the intensity in his eyes held her fast, binding her as securely as any snare.

His words were a low murmur that slid beneath her skin, making her stomach twist in a way she didn’t fully understand. She swallowed as his muzzle dipped close, grazing her cheek with a softness that felt unbearably intimate. The warmth of his breath stirred the fine hairs along her neck.

It stung, knowing he could see through her defenses, see the way her courage wavered, her fear a thin veil stretched over something strangely inviting. And yet, she couldn’t tear herself away. Not when he looked at her with that dark, knowing amusement, as if her very presence was some game for him to savor. She wanted to bristle, to throw up her defenses and prove him wrong, but she knew deep down that she couldn't. Her greatest folly.

"I’m not—" Her voice barely scraped out, and she forced herself to meet his gaze, even as her own resolve threatened to fracture. "Who are you?" The words were thin, a desperate attempt to change topics and redirect him.