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In the city’s backstreets, Gortash and Clandestine meet in a moonlit courtyard for a little romantic tryst. They stand pressed together in the hush of the night, his gauntlet hand circling her throat as he draws her in for a kiss. She tilts her face up to him, lips parted in a sharp, delighted smile, leaning into his familiar grip of possession. Behind his back, his other hand clutches an ornate, curved dagger of Bane-green steel, adorned with Bhaalist imagery.
A gift?
Her swept horns and dark, scaled armor shimmer with the silver wash of the moon and the warm, flickering glow of nearby lanterns. Between them, their netherstones answer one another in faint glowing pulses; his flashing at her throat, hers burning within the blood-red dagger hidden behind her own back.
A threat.
His breath ghosts over her lips, the scent of forged steel and rosewood clinging to his coat, mixing with the vanilla on his skin. He lingers. Savoring the flutter of her pulse beneath his thumb. Longing coils beneath her skin, hot and eager, answering the reverent focus in his eyes. Finally, their mouths meet, rough and hungry, with breaths and sharp teeth.