rurik sat just within reach, his presence an unspoken command. before extending his hand to touch athena, he paused, his sharp gaze lingering on her pale visage as though committing every detail to memory. the stillness between them was heavy, charged, until his fingers moved, curling around her arm with a deliberate greed, the kind that left no room for resistance. his touch was firm but measured, his grip unyielding yet reverent. with effortless strength, he lifted her as though she weighed nothing, settling her onto his lap in one fluid motion. the proximity brought her so close, yet it felt agonizingly distant. his thumb grazed her cheek with a tenderness that seemed almost foreign to the fire burning behind his jade hues. “am i?” his voice was a low, scoffing mockery, his tone steeped in a quiet, simmering intensity. “don’t tease me.”
yet even as the words left his lips, there was a noticeable shift—- a soft sigh escaping him as he let the warmth of her cheek anchor him. the relief in that small gesture was palpable, a fleeting balm to the storm inside him, though his grip on her never faltered. his gaze remained fixed on hers, the unspoken tension between them thick enough to suffocate, yet he didn’t move to break it.