Duskfire Glacier [m] diet mountain dew

she was young, still untouched by the world in ways that hardened wolves like him had long since lost. he had been shaped by something colder, something crueler—he knew nothing of the softness she spoke of, the kind of love she seemed to want.
he wasn’t sure he was capable of it.
but she had hunted for him, initiated his courtship, and the weight of that was not lost on him. still, he shook his head, slow and deliberate. not yet. his voice was firm but not unkind. i will not go further with you until you are a woman.
she would have to see more of the world before she decided if she truly wanted him, if she wanted this. he was not a good man, and she was too young to understand what that truly meant. so he would wait. he could be patient.
he lifted his chin slightly, eyes locking with hers. when that time comes, if you still want something new, something better… a pause, a breath. then we will have it.