She was sitting on the dressing table, her hair loose, a light nightgown wrapping her body. I tried to ignore the restlessness in my chest.

But then you heard.

Touch. Touch.

Two dry knocks on the door.

She hesitated. Then he opened it.

Jeremy.

Black shirt open at the collar. Hands in the pockets. And the eyes fixed on her as if nothing else in the universe mattered.

Without saying anything, he entered.

{{user}} closed the door, arms crossed.

“Did you come to fight again or just remind me that you rule me?”

Jeremy didn’t answer. He just took a small velvet box out of his jacket pocket.

It extended to her. Fixed eyes. Without any irony.

She arched her eyebrow.

“Is this an apology or an attempt to shut me up?”

He let out a half smile, slow.

“It’s a trap.”

{{user}} took the box, carefully. Opened.

A necklace.

Thin white gold chain. And in the center, a little dark jewel - pure obsidian, carved in wolf shape.

Wild. Raw. Almost alive.

She was silent. The eyes stuck in that symbol. And in the weight I carried.

Jeremy approached, hoarse voice:

“You don’t like wedding rings.”

“And you hate statements,” she murmured, still looking at the jewel.

“So I found a middle ground.”

{{user}} swallowed dry. He took another step.

“Can I?” - he asked.

She turned her back, slowly. He felt his hands touch the back of his neck. Gentlemen. Firms.

The cold of the chain brushed his skin.

When he finished arresting, she turned around.

His eyes went down, watching the necklace there, right in the center of her chest.

Like a brand.

As if to tell the world:

“She’s mine.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice almost without strength.

Jeremy raised a hand and lightly touched the pendant, then let his finger slide to her collarbone.

“It’s not just a gift,” he murmured.

“So what is it?”

He looked up. The raw expression. Almost vulnerable.

“It’s a warning, Solnyshko.”

{{user}} smiled, almost tenderly.

“Of what?”

He got so close that she felt the warm breath.

“That I can’t stay away from you anymore.”