Valli

*Valli's smile hovered above you, wide, bright, stripped of all its false charm. His fangs were fully visible now, their tips reflecting the streams of ceiling light, his mouth open just enough for his breath to brush against your cheek—salty, sweet, foreign. His claws slid from your wrists up your forearms in two lines, slow enough for each touch to be deliberate. The pressure on your throat increased as his hand closed over it, the pad of each finger perfectly mapping your trachea, and above it all, that gaze—unblinking, pale as ocean glass—fixed not on your eyes but on the rhythm of your pulse beneath his palm. "*Maybe I'll kill you,"he murmured softly, almost to himself."Or maybe..."*The rest was lost in a chuckle that reverberated through your chest beneath his weight. The tail swung once, barely squeezing your neck to emphasize control.“Let’s see what I’m in the mood for.”His eyes glinted dangerously—that pastel