Rosewater Oasis [m] i breathe dusk

gilded eyes linger upon a body threaded with muscle, dragging over the breadth of the man before him—the battle-worn lines that mar his flesh. a body shaped by devotion. by service. by him.

good, samir breathes. his lips curl at the edges, a sly smirk.

there is something to be savored in the certainty that nectanebo is his to command. to take. but samir does not yet move. he instead extends elongated, scarred legs to hang off the edge of the cliff's edge.

extending a neck upwards, neck fur glimmering in the fading sunlight. an invitation.