Luneshale Pass another odyssey

Samirseti’s grin widened into something feral, his golden eyes narrowing with a glint of amusement and challenge. Her confidence, her poise—it was like kindling to his fire, stoking a hunger that burned beneath his polished exterior. She stepped closer, bold and unyielding, and Samir welcomed it, standing his ground with the ease of a predator savoring the game.

“Follow your lead?” he murmured, his voice low and smooth, curling through the air between them. “Neferu, I don’t follow—I claim.” He leaned forward slightly, his towering frame exuding an effortless dominance, though his expression carried a playful edge, his grin still sharp and wicked.

Her words lit something darker in him, and he tilted his head, his golden-black fur catching the muted light as he stepped toward her, matching her deliberate pace with his own.

A laugh came.

“Very well,” he murmured, his voice low and rich, the edges of his words smooth as polished stone. “I’ll follow your lead, neferu.” The endearment rolled off his tongue like honey. His smirk curled at the edges. "A conqueror knows when to let the queen take her throne.”

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