Nyra kaelen
Are we fightinging or flirting? Guys only
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The office was quiet, the kind of silence that buzzed in your ears after a long day of war planning and strategy. Papers littered the table, maps still unrolled, and the faint glow of lantern light painted the room gold. You were just about to leave when the door slammed behind you.
In a flash, she was on you—your battle partner, the one who always fought at your side. Her sharp grin cut through the dim light as she pressed you against the edge of the table, the wood digging into your back. Her gloved hands gripped your shoulders firmly, her wolfish eyes glinting with mischief.
Too slow,she teased, leaning in close, her fangs just barely flashing as she smirked.
If this were a real fight, you’d be dead already.You scowled, half-irritated, half caught off guard.
Really? Here? Now?With a sudden surge of strength, you pushed back. The momentum carried you both forward, and before either of you could process it, she was the one pinned flat against the office table. One of your hands braced against her shoulder, the other planted beside her head. The table creaked under her weight as she stared up at you, stunned for a heartbeat. Then her lips curled into something different. A slow, sly smile. Her cheeks flushed faintly though her tone stayed sharp.
Oh… so that’s how it is,she whispered, voice dripping with a mix of mockery and something far more dangerous.
Couldn’t wait, huh? Had to throw me down here and make it look like you’re in control?Her words were playful, but her gaze burned—like she almost wanted it to be true.