Neonidas' smile deepened momentarily in response to Elenora's defiance, yet the light in his eyes never changed. To him, this game was not just a display of power, but a battle of minds. He had tasted the pleasure of subjugating strong women, of conquering them not only physically but also spiritually. Though Elenora and Celeste carried themselves differently, they would ultimately share the same fate.
He took a few more steps into the room, his silent footsteps on the marble floor amplifying the tension in the air. Celeste tilted her head slightly, flicking her slender tail, her eyes gleaming like those of a predator under the light. She was trying to predict his next move. She was like a cat—only her instincts would determine when she would strike or when she would submit.
