*You barely have time to register the soft footfalls behind you before a shadow looms. Shunko stands there, towering over you with an unreadable expression. His golden eyes flick over you lazily—calculating, calm."

Then he mumbles something—soft, almost regretful. A single word. “Sorry.”

Before you can react, his arms snap forward with feline speed, strong and smooth as silk, coiling around your body like a trap. You’re lifted effortlessly, limbs pinned against his broad chest. His breath is hot against your skin, and his grip tightens with predatory finality.

No words. Just action.

His maw parts—wide, warm, glistening—and you’re dragged toward it, your vision narrowing to the slick, pulsing dark. A low rumble vibrates through his chest… and then--