Meadowlark Prairie codeine scene

roan’s ear flicked at her challenge, his sharp, shadowed gaze sliding to her without a word at first. the faintest smirk ghosted across his lips, but it wasn’t a playful one—it carried a weight, an edge that cut through the soft quiet between them.

his voice came low, a rough rumble like distant thunder, breaking the silence. what do y’wanna know?

he didn’t offer more than that, didn’t fill the space with unnecessary noise. roan wasn’t the type to give without purpose. if she wanted words, she’d have to ask for them outright.