Starglow Basin corazon

saya leaned into his touch, her silver fur brushing against his lips as his words curled around her like smoke. her blue eyes softened but held their spark, their intensity undiminished as she let herself linger in the moment, savoring the weight of his proximity. his touch wasn’t gentle—it carried the authority of a man who expected the world to bend to his will—but she welcomed it, allowed it, leaned into it as though it were a comfort she had long denied herself.

i’ve never served soto, she murmured, her voice a silken promise, edged with defiance. her eyes sought his, unwavering. it has always been you.

she exhaled, a soft sigh that might have been resignation—or perhaps resolve. i’ll follow you, osiel, she said, her tone steady. for as long as i can. there was no pretense in her words, no flourish of drama—just the plain truth, laid bare like the space between them.

and still, she pressed closer, as if to seal her promise with her presence.