My Blood Wizard System
**Rowan (voice low, steady but trembling at the edges, eyes behind glasses soft):**
“I’m not… good at this.
Dancing.
Or… the rest.”
Kayo steps closer—close enough that her tails brush his arm, warm and gentle, leaving trails of foxfire sparks that fade slow.
**Kayo (voice dropping, raw under the tease):**
“Good thing I am.
And good thing you’ve been worth waiting for.”
She takes his hand—fingers threading sure.
Pulls him into the dance.
Slow at first.
Awkward—his steps careful, measured like equations, hers fluid and wild.