Duskfire Glacier not kids no more

his patience snapped.
the moment her voice lilted, teasing, cooing as if he were something to be toyed with—he was on her.
his body moved before thought, before reason, before the cold logic that had always been his tether. a violent shove, unforgiving in its force. her back hit the frozen earth, the impact knocking the air from her lungs, his shadow looming over her, heat rolling from him like an impending storm.
you fucking little— his voice was a growl, something raw and guttural, words tangled in breath and fury. she was smirking at him, even now, eyes alight with some twisted, knowing satisfaction.
she liked it.
she always had.
his chest heaved, breath sharp against the freezing air as he loomed closer, muzzle nearly brushing hers. her scent, mingled with another’s, taunted him. she had done this on purpose. played him like a pawn in whatever wicked game she had conjured up in that sharp, scheming mind of hers.
jealousy? he echoed, voice low, dangerous. he gave a sharp, humorless laugh, but his grip tightened where it had found her, pressing her further against the cold, uncaring ground.
you think that’s what this is?
his teeth flashed as he leaned in, his breath scalding against the side of her face, deliberate. he was not stupid. he knew exactly what game she was playing. she had always thrived on his anger, on his ire, on the way he could never quite ignore her no matter how much he told himself he should.
he let the silence stretch for a moment, let the weight of him against her settle.
then, his mouth curled into something cruel. no, svalla. he murmured, voice dark, taunting. i'm just reminding you of what you're fucking with.