Luneshale Pass Benim.

Samirseti’s smile softened, but the glint in his golden eyes remained, sharp and unyielding. He took another slow step forward, his presence steady, deliberate, as though closing the space between them was inevitable. “I told Leto because I wanted to see you again,” he said plainly, his tone devoid of hesitation.

“Why dance around the truth? It was you I sought, Nefer, and here you are.”

Samir’s gaze lingered, searching Arslan’s furrowed expression as if trying to read the emotions carved there. He could see the tension, the questions churning behind those vivid eyes. Samir's little lion wore his confusion openly, and Samir couldn’t decide if it was endearing or frustrating. Perhaps it was both.

“There is nothing to understand,” he stressed, his voice dropping lower, almost intimate. “Nothing but the language of our bodies.” His smile curled, more devious now, the predator slipping through the cracks of his princely facade.

He stepped forward boldly to close the distance that remained between them. His inky, towering form swallowed him whole, his side brushing along Nefer's like an agile feline. "Do not deny yourself, little lion."