Black Morass i'm timeless

ione laughed. a rich, throaty sound, the kind that filled the air and made men feel small. oh, theissor, she purred, amusement dancing behind her hued eyes, you don't like my games because you never win them.

she took a single step forward, testing the space between them. does it unsettle you? her voice dipped, soft as silk, but sharp as the dagger sheathed at her hip. to be tested by a woman?

she tilted her head, gaze dragging over him like she was appraising a blade at market. tell me, do you whimper this much when kovictus handles you? or is that just reserved for me?

the smirk that curled her lips was wicked, knowing. she had no fear of him. he could loathe her, but he would never touch her. not unless he wished to learn what kovictus did to men who forgot their place.