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Samirseti’s smirk deepened, sharp and deliberate, as if he’d been waiting for those very words to fall from Arslan’s mouth. His golden gaze gleamed with satisfaction, his posture shifting subtly, the air around him thickening with intent.

Without further preamble, Samir leaned down, his teeth grazing once more against Arslan’s exposed neck—not a threat, but a promise.

The deliberate press of his frame, the warmth of his breath, the steady weight of his presence—these were his answers now.

No riddles, no pretense. Just action, as Arslan demanded.