Felltree Marsh fireton

faust’s green eyes flicked to her briefly, then away, his expression unreadable. her words lingered, sharp and unyielding, but he did not argue. instead, he nodded once, slow and deliberate.

sure, he murmured, the word rough but final. whatever she wanted. whatever it took.

his gaze fell back to the snow, his body still beneath her care. there was no room for resistance, no point in it. she said mine— fuck, he's heard it to many times, said it even. what he needed was just time to heal.

faust had never been a singular man. always taken for the quarry of women. now, it seemed that he needed her help more than ever.