Lustara’s grin deepened, the sharp, predatory edge of his amusement tempered only slightly by the genuine delight glinting in his golden eyes. Nymeria was every bit as formidable as he’d hoped, her wit as sharp as her movements were deliberate. She didn’t flinch under his gaze, didn’t yield to his presence. In fact, she seemed to revel in it, leaning into the tension like a blade testing its edge.
Her touch, firm yet teasing, sent a ripple of anticipation through him—a rare sensation for someone who thrived on always being the one to keep others off balance. She was bold, intoxicating, and utterly unafraid to take the reins of the game they were playing. Lustara loved every second of it.
He allowed her hand to linger in his hair, her grip tilting his head back with a confidence that brought a low chuckle from his lips. It wasn’t often he let someone dictate the pace, but for her, he made an exception—not out of submission, but because he was curious to see how far she’d take it.
He reached up, his fingers brushing against hers as they tangled in his hair, not to pull her away but to acknowledge the unspoken agreement between them. His touch was light, almost reverent, as though savoring the electricity crackling between them.
He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he rose fluidly, his movements echoing hers with a deliberate grace, as if they were two parts of the same intricate dance. His hand lingered briefly at the small of her back—not possessive, but guiding—as he led her toward the grand staircase at the back of the room.
He glanced at her, his smile full of promise.
His golden eyes glinted with mischief and something sharper—an invitation to continue their game, to see who would dare push the boundaries next. Lustara had no intention of holding back, but he was curious to see if Nymeria would meet him stride for stride—or, perhaps, leave him chasing shadows in her wake.
@Nymeria Vero
Her touch, firm yet teasing, sent a ripple of anticipation through him—a rare sensation for someone who thrived on always being the one to keep others off balance. She was bold, intoxicating, and utterly unafraid to take the reins of the game they were playing. Lustara loved every second of it.
He allowed her hand to linger in his hair, her grip tilting his head back with a confidence that brought a low chuckle from his lips. It wasn’t often he let someone dictate the pace, but for her, he made an exception—not out of submission, but because he was curious to see how far she’d take it.
Oh, Nymeria,he murmured, his voice a velvet caress, tinged with laughter.
You’re not just curious; you’re *dangerous*. And I do love dangerous women.
He reached up, his fingers brushing against hers as they tangled in his hair, not to pull her away but to acknowledge the unspoken agreement between them. His touch was light, almost reverent, as though savoring the electricity crackling between them.
A tour of The Lux, is it?he said, his tone turning playful again, though his voice dropped just enough to carry an undercurrent of something darker.
I’d be delighted to oblige. But fair warning, darling—the shadows in this place have seen things that would make even your magic tremble. Are you sure you’re ready for that?
He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he rose fluidly, his movements echoing hers with a deliberate grace, as if they were two parts of the same intricate dance. His hand lingered briefly at the small of her back—not possessive, but guiding—as he led her toward the grand staircase at the back of the room.
Let’s start with the heart of it all,Lustara said, gesturing upward.
The balcony overlooks the stage and the main floor—prime real estate for anyone who likes to watch without being seen. And from there? Well... the real secrets are kept below.
He glanced at her, his smile full of promise.
But we’ll get to those soon enough. For now, tell me, Nymeria...He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
What is it you’re really looking for tonight? Because I suspect it’s more than just ambiance and free drinks. Call it a hunch.
His golden eyes glinted with mischief and something sharper—an invitation to continue their game, to see who would dare push the boundaries next. Lustara had no intention of holding back, but he was curious to see if Nymeria would meet him stride for stride—or, perhaps, leave him chasing shadows in her wake.
@Nymeria Vero
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