"You cannot. Not now." Talon added.
Kyllian stopped, his breath heaving from the sheer force of self-restraint. His forehead rested on Luna's shoulder for one lingering second longer before he finally stepped back, dragging in a breath.
"No!" Luna's cry cracked the air.
"He's right." Kyllian moved with mechanical precision, pulling her pants back up and zipping them gently. He reached for her bra and slid it into place without meeting her eyes. Her shirt, crumpled on the floor, was handed to her with finality.
"Kyllian…".
"This cannot happen." His eyes met hers, stormy and resolute. "It won't happen. Not like this. Not when I don't know if I'm yours or just… the easier option."
At least, not until he was sure she'd chosen him freely. Not until the weight of duty was gone, and only love remained.
Luna tugged on her shirt with shaky hands, blinking away tears of frustration. "Kyllian, I…"
