02/17- Fighting Over Aeliana

The air between Lucian and Skye crackled with tension, a storm of emotions barely contained within their opposing gazes. Lucian's beastly transformation had receded slightly, but his rage still burned hot, his body trembling with the effort of restraining himself. Skye, in contrast, stood calmly, his signature smirk still present, though his eyes held a sharp glint—one that spoke of provocation.

Lucian's claws flexed, his breathing ragged. "You think this is a game, Skye?" he growled, his voice carrying the guttural undertone of his beast form. "You think you can waltz in, kiss her, and walk away unscathed?"

Skye chuckled, rolling his shoulders. "Jealousy doesn't suit you, Lucian. I simply took the opportunity presented to me. What? Did I touch a nerve?" His wings flared slightly, his draconic energy simmering beneath the surface.