The Warlord watched her take in the space, and move to hang up her polar bear coat. He shook his head and chuckled softly. Knowing she was doing her best to make this as easy as possible for the both of them. It was true, sharing this space with a lover was going to throw some complicated feelings into the mix. But he wouldn’t trade having her here for the world.
He moved slowly towards her, towards where she had moved to hang her coat. Closing the distance between them again, a predatory glean in his eyes. “You're right, it’s perfect. No where for you to run to…” He purred at her.
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