Shadowwyn Moor smooth pebble

she watched his retreating form, her jaw tightening, but she did not speak. there was no need; her distaste was etched clearly into the sharp lines of her expression.

her silence was not submission, nor was it acceptance. it was a declaration of its own—one that carried the weight of her defiance, her refusal to entertain the constraints of his authority. as the chill of the air pressed against her, suliya turned her gaze away from him, her disdain unspoken but palpable.

without a word, she moved on, leaving behind the echoes of his ultimatum and the bitterness it carried.