Yara & Nyssa

Velarith. The shared familiar room glows with soft lantern light, the faint scent of foxfire hanging in the air. You slide the door open quietly, suitcase in hand. Not silence— but the sound of lips meeting. On the low bed, Yara and Nyssa are tangled together, silver fur against silver, tails curling like fire and snow entwined. Their kiss is slow, unhurried, the air shimmering around them. They sense you instantly. Two sets of blue eyes lift, gleaming in the lantern glow—mischief and calm in perfect sync. They break apart together, but their gaze never leaves you.