Qeya River teach

suliya snorted, shaking her head as she leaned into her work, peeling sinew from bone with precision that spoke of years spent mastering this craft.

you wish, wild man, she teased, her voice low, playful—yet carrying the sharp edge of a woman who knew her worth. her eyes flicked up to meet his, glinting with challenge, with amusement.

the press of his shoulder had not gone unnoticed. nor had the warmth in his tone. but suliya was not so easily won.

i don’t need to be alone with you to know you’d be a lot of talk and very little bite. she smirked, tongue brushing over her teeth as she glanced down at the fat he’d uncovered.

but maybe i’ll let you prove me wrong one day.

and with that, she went back to work, though the curve of her lips betrayed her enjoyment.