Raven's Watch tìvilar

if you wish to hurt me, then do it. hit me, faust murmured, his voice low and steady, though there was an unmistakable edge to it. the faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips betrayed nothing of anger, only a cool amusement that deepened the air between them.

her fire burned brightly, and he found himself drawn to it, like the pull of the tide to the moon. her spirit did not waver, even as her voice cut like frost against his ears. this—this was what made him hunger, a force unyielding, unwilling to break even when faced with him.

he tilted his head slightly, his green gaze steady, piercing through her defiance with the sharpness of steel. i won’t be alone, he said simply, the words rolling off his tongue like a promise. this much, i know.

her words were meant to sting, and perhaps they did, in some far-off corner of his being, but he wouldn’t let her see that. she was strong—stronger than most he had encountered—and that strength only fueled the quiet storm inside him. the challenge in her stance, in her voice, called to something primal.

you won’t scare me away with that fire, ayovi, he added after a pause, his voice softening just slightly, like embers glowing beneath the ash. he stepped closer, his movements deliberate, though he left the space between them intact, as though daring her to bridge it or widen it. her decision, not his. the choice to hurt him, to lash out, was hers alone.

but if you think i’ll walk away empty, you’ve misunderstood me. his words carried weight, though his tone remained maddeningly calm, unbothered by the storm she sought to raise. her strength would not drive him back—it only drew him closer.