Duskfire Glacier stolen breath

her smirk is slow, curling like smoke at the corner of her mouth as she leans in, her breath warm against his ear. his laughter, his thrill—she can taste it between them. it stirs something sharp inside her, something wild.
ты хочешь, чтобы я заставил тебя кровоточить? késhka murmurs, low and dangerous, her pink eyes gleaming like dusk over ice. her paw presses just a little firmer to his throat, teasing the line of dominance she now holds over him. a test. a dare.
but after a moment, she shifts, releasing him with a shrug of her shoulders as if the fight had been nothing at all. maybe next time. her tail flicks over his side as she steps away, leaving the space between them charged and unfinished.
you’ve got enough scars already. she tosses the words over her shoulder, voice cool and unimpressed. but the glint in her eye says otherwise.
if he wanted blood, she would give it.
but only when it mattered.