Luneshale Pass Hazırlıklar

Samir let out a low, amused hum, his body stilling beneath Arslan’s weight as the lion once again draped himself across him. His golden eyes, now softened but still sharp with calculation, slid upward to meet the other’s gaze. "Men were made to fight, yes," he murmured, a growling nip placed at his lover's ear.

Samir leaned into the touch, allowing himself the rare luxury of momentary ease. "You love to play your little games, don't you?" he mused, his voice carrying a quiet edge of teasing.

His muzzle lifted slightly, brushing against the underside of Arslan’s chin. "But I’ll allow it—for now. Deprive me too long, though," he added, giving him a playful snap of his teeth, "and my little lion may just regret it!"