Neverwinter Forest my undoing, oh my love,

her words like a bolt of thunder through his chest, primal and raw. his breath hitched, and for a moment, the world stilled. i love you. her affirmation echoed in his ears, louder than any roar of the caribou, deeper than the hum of the forest.

she was his, wholly, undeniably. she had spoken the words he had felt in his marrow, and it ignited something untamed within him.

you are mine, elska, he rumbled, his voice deep and unwavering, resonating like the drum of the earth beneath their feet. his golden eyes burned as they locked onto hers, an intensity in them that was both tender and possessive. you’ve always been mine, from the moment our paths crossed. and i am yours.

he pressed his forehead hard against hers, his teeth baring in a flash of feral intensity, not as a threat but as a mark of his dominance, his devotion. the roughness of his fur brushed against her, and he tilted his head to let his teeth graze her ear, deliberate, as if to etch himself into her memory. every breath, every touch, was heavy with purpose, charged with a masculine energy that couldn’t be tamed.

you are my blood. my bone. my breath. my love. the words snarled free, his voice steady but brimming with passion. and i will fight for you, for this, with everything i have.

he pulled back just enough to stare into her eyes, the intensity in his gaze unrelenting. say it again, he demanded, his voice rough like the bark of the pines. say it again so the gods hear it, so this forest knows it—so there’s no question of who your heart yearns for.