Luneshale Pass Benim.

“Ah, nefer,” he murmured, letting the endearment drip from his tongue like honey, “then perhaps you should speak more carefully. Do you not see what your words do to me?” His nose settled against the top of the smaller male's head, breathing in his scent with an almost depraved gasp.

But then--

His pups narrowed into sharp slits as the word share lingered in the air. His smirk melted into something harder, sharper, and far more dangerous. “Share?” he growled, his voice low and edged with disbelief. “What do you mean, share?”

Before Arslan could respond, his weight pressed forward, his body towering over the smaller wolf as he relentlessly pushed him 'till his back was to the earth. A large, firm paw came to rest against Arslan’s chest, dangerously near his throat, pinning him with unrelenting strength. The move was calculated, dominant, but not cruel.

His muzzle was close, his breath warm against Arslan’s face. “Do you think I would ever let anyone else have what’s mine? Do you think I’d allow it?”

The grin that curled his lips now was dangerous, a sharp contrast to the gentle brush of his paw keeping Arslan in place. “No, little lion,” he murmured, his tone softer now, but no less commanding. “I will not share. Not you. Not ever.”

His eyes burned through Nefer like molten slits rivaling the sun's wrath. "Tell me who I must slay and it shall be done. Ra as my witness."