Firefly Glen this love it is a distant star

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Elowen felt the world narrow to the point where there was only him—the steady warmth of his presence, the delicate brush of his paw against her cheek, and the quiet promise in his voice. She should have felt wary, maybe even frightened, but instead, a strange calmness settled in, a gentle assurance in his words that softened her resistance.

His tenderness surprised her. It was easy to see the glint of mischief, the darkness simmering beneath his gaze, but here he stood, careful and unhurried, as if willing to wait as long as it took for her to find her own courage. Her breath caught as he leaned closer, the warmth of his breath tickling her fur, igniting something she had only dreamed about, barely even dared to consider.

A soft, almost shy smile touched her lips for a short moment, a rare display of openness as she found herself leaning forward, allowing herself to bask in the moment, to let herself feel without reservation. "Then show me," she whispered, her voice barely audible, an invitation—and acceptance.

It would be a quiet, unspoken understanding, the space between them faded, and she let herself fall into the warmth, trusting him to guide her forward at whatever pace she dared to take.

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