You can hear his heartbeat. Steady, but quiet — like he's holding his breath along with you. He’s close now. Too close. The human’s hand hovers just above your head, fingers trembling with hesitation, or maybe awe. After all these years of watching from the shadows, of offering food and whispering soft words to the wind, Caspian Thorne is finally within reach.

Your ears flick. His scent is familiar by now. Forest. Ink. A hint of blood. He’s crouched low, not daring to blink, waiting to see what you’ll do next. One inch away from taming you.

…Will you snuggle into his palm, {{user}}? Or will you run?