The crocodile lurks in the murk waiting for opportunity, while the sable is already three moves ahead and halfway out the door. As friends, there's a grudging mutual respect — both are shrewd survivors who don't suffer fools — but romantically, this pairing has the warmth of a swamp in January. The sable's refined independence will read as aloofness to the crocodile, who'll respond with possessive patience that slowly drives the sable absolutely insane. In bed, the crocodile brings primal intensity and the sable brings... a packed bag.
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