Luneshale Pass another odyssey

Samirseti’s smirk deepened, his golden eyes narrowing into dangerous slits as her words reached him. The mention of Nefer—now, Arslan—sent a ripple through him, not of shame but of something darker, sharper—possessiveness wrapped in indulgence. He tilted his head slightly, allowing her laughter to cut the air like shards of glass, his expression one of careful amusement.

“Fancy?” he echoed, tilting his head slightly, his voice dripping with mock offense. “I suppose there are worse things to be called.” His golden gaze locked onto hers, a gleam of playful danger igniting within them. “And you’re quite perceptive, aren’t you, neferu? I’d almost be impressed.”

He allowed her to step closer, his tail flicking lazily behind him, the movement slow and deliberate. Her laughter, sharp and cutting, danced on the air, but Samir didn’t flinch. Instead, he met it head-on, his grin unwavering. “Yes,” he said smoothly, his tone carrying a certain pride. “I am the one. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised... word often spreads like wildfire. As for Arslan—he has his charms, but you...”

He sighs, letting his head tilt as he examines her. Taking a step forwards, he resumes his circle of her, movements slow and fluid, his golden eyes never leaving hers. His voice dropped into a purr, heavy with taunt and implication.

“You’re far more interesting.” At the end of the day, Samir was only a man. The allure of any body was feverish, and yet, that of a woman's was much more appealing. His palate refined.