Luneshale Pass Hazırlıklar

Samir chuckled, a sound low and gravelly, carrying the warmth of indulgence rather than true mirth. It was fleeting, like a rare luxury he allowed himself only in Nefer's presence. He pressed close, brushing a kiss to Arslan’s cheek, his nose lingering there to inhale the sweetness of his scent.

“You treat me like some delicate maiden,” he mused, a sly grin curling his lips. “Shall I next be draped in roses and sung to beneath the moon?” His tone carried an edge of mockery, though the glint in his eyes betrayed his amusement—and perhaps even his satisfaction.

He cast his gaze down to the flowers, pawing one lightly with feigned disinterest, though the vivid colors clearly intrigued him. “An oasis, you say?” he murmured, voice tinged with curiosity. He stepped forward, his frame brushing against Arslan as he studied the gift more closely.

"Do tell me more, husband of mine." He whispers.