Overture Downs seekers wish

suliya shuddered softly, her breath drawing low and slow against him, as though the weight of his words had pressed the very air from her lungs. the storm of his intent, the chill of his insinuations, they wrapped around her as tightly as the warmth of his presence.

she nodded, her silver eyes closing briefly, lashes fluttering against her cheeks as she whispered, yes... yes.

her voice was a mere thread of sound, caught between the pull of duty and the lure of something darker, something forbidden. her chest rose and fell with measured breaths, steadying herself in the aftermath of their closeness.

i will be good, she murmured, her words resolute but fragile, as if spoken to convince herself as much as him. this is ours... only ours.

a secret, she thought, the weight of it already curling around her heart. a secret she would carry into the cold expanse of winter, into the shadows where only they could tread.