Overture Downs not my friend but i wont say no

there’s a charge in the air, pulled taut, thrumming between them like a plucked string. she sees the way he watches her—not just looking, but seeing. weighing, measuring. a beast, indeed, coiled with something restless and unspent. 

her lips part, a breath of amusement—of something else—ghosting past her teeth. “no,” she concedes, her voice quiet but firm. “i suppose you wouldn’t be.”

her gaze doesn’t falter, nor does she retreat. she lets the silence stretch, letting him feel it. letting him feel her. his tail sways again, just once, slow and deliberate. not idle. not careless. her head tips, just slightly, as if considering him.

“and yet you stay.” she murmurs, thoughtful now.