Seal the deal

As his thoughts wandered, Cleora moved closer, her soft footsteps echoing faintly on the wooden floor.

Nytheria, seated casually on the arm of a nearby chair, watched the unfolding scene with a gleam of amusement in her eyes, her sharp features betraying nothing but interest.

Cleora stopped mere inches from Jolthar, the space between them charged with an unfamiliar tension. He could feel her presence, her soft breath grazing his skin, her heartbeat steady yet palpable in the quiet of the room. Her subtle, floral scent wrapped around him, intoxicating and disarming. His face flushed a deep shade of red, a reaction he hadn't anticipated nor could control.

Nytheria tilted her head, her ruby eyes flicking between the two of them, her lips quirking in a smirk. She said nothing, letting the scene unfold as though it were a private performance for her amusement.