Raven's Watch tìvilar

his smirk deepened as he watched her, eyes gleaming with amusement at her defiance. there was something about her—her sharp tongue, the way she carried herself with pride and fire—that reminded him of stories he had heard in distant lands. he didn’t need to say it outright; the glint in his gaze said enough.

am i not exceptional, enough? he drawled, letting the words settle between them. because she clearly had standards. his tone carried the faintest hint of a challenge, a prod to see how far she’d push back. her cool demeanor didn’t escape him, nor did the flick of her tail, which only seemed to invite his attention further.

faust let his gaze sweep over her once more before he moved closer, though not enough to press her limits. the distance he left was deliberate, giving her just enough room to keep pretending she wasn’t daring him to close it entirely.

i’m rather stubborn, he added after a beat, his smirk turning almost wolfish. his eyes held her for a long moment before he shifted his weight, as though debating whether to press his advantage—or let her stew in her own challenge.