Overture Downs seekers wish

suliya’s laughter was a low, sultry hum that rolled from her throat, brimming with both delight and challenge. she relished the fire in winter’s wake, the unrelenting spirit that matched her own stride for stride. his words—his devotion—sparked a heat in her chest, though she would never let him see it soften her fierce exterior.

not prey, hmm? she purred, her voice like velvet over steel. we’ll see about that, wake. even the mightiest hunter stumbles when the chase lasts long enough.

she let her weight shift beneath him, testing his hold, teasing him with the promise of slipping free. her gaze bore into his, daring him, her smile sharp with mischief. afraid? she echoed, leaning in so her breath ghosted against his ear. no. but you should be.

with a burst of agile grace, suliya twisted out from under him, her movements fluid and practiced, born of countless hunts. she bounded a few paces away, her tail flicking with playful defiance as she turned back to look at him. her stonewash mask framed those piercing eyes, now alight with the thrill of the game.