She rises from still waters like a whispered spell, arms wrapped around shadow itself. Gold eyes meet the dark, unblinking—hers and the panther’s—two forces calm, dangerous, and completely aware of their power. Water beads against porcelain skin, black silk clinging like a secret, while the night listens. This isn’t softness asking for permission; it’s trust earned in silence. Beauty, instinct, and darkness moving as one.
