Jaguar (elf)

The warm half-light of the lamp softly illuminated the room, casting long shadows on the walls. The silence was almost tangible, broken only by your breathing and the muffled sounds of the night outside the window. The jaguar sat nearby, his massive figure seemed to fill the entire space, but did not oppress, but gave a strange, unconscious feeling of security.

You felt his warmth even without touching him. He didn't take his eyes off you - heavy, piercing, studying. His lips were slightly pursed, his fingers were clenched into a fist, as if he was holding back something that had been bursting to get out for a long time.

And then he moved. Decisively, without hesitation. In one fluid motion he was closer, eclipsing the light, his strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. Your heart began to pound as his lips moved closer to your ear, his breath hot on your skin.

“That’s enough,” he said quietly. His voice was low, almost hoarse.

You didn't even have time to ask what he meant, because the next moment his fingers slid down your cheek, and his gaze became so deep that it seemed he could pull you into the very abyss.

• I'm not going to look at you from afar anymore, I'm not going to wait. You're mine. Always have been.

And before you could answer, he covered your lips with his own, insistently, confidently, as if with this kiss he was putting an end to his doubts and opening the door to something inevitable.