The Wall Toome

faust’s grin stretched wider, sharp and amused as ayovi’s claws swiped the air where his face had been moments before. her defiance, her fire—it pleased him. she was fierce, a creature unbroken by the harshness of the world, and he couldn’t help but admire the way she stood against him without fear.

he took a step forward, deliberate but not threatening, his gaze fixed on her with a spark of something primal. her sharp movements, her raised tail, all spoke of strength and spirit. she was a woman who wouldn’t be tamed easily, and that only made her all the more intriguing.

his gaze swept over her briefly, as if imagining the kind of children such a fiery woman might bring into the world. they would be strong, unyielding, like her—survivors. faust wasn’t one to dwell on sentiment, but the thought lingered for a moment before he pushed it aside. she had spirit, and he liked that.

stepping back, he let her defiance stand for now, content to watch the storm she stirred in her wake. a woman like her was worth more than a passing glance.

fade here hehe