(Amaia)
(Slight NSFW)
His magnetic carmine eyes widen at my words. Pain dances on every sharp feature of his face.
"I can't promise you that. Literally. I am a time bomb ready to explode and I just hope you don't get caught in the crossfire."
Not him but his words terrify me. My magic screams inside me, desperate to reach out and engulf him in a protective layer.
"You can't hurt me. I know this, and I am going to help you learn self-control so you won't hurt others, too."
Leaning closer, I embrace him, my head level with his chest. His body is so cold and rigid. He doesn't get many hugs, I can imagine.
Placing my ear on his erratically beating heart, I whisper, "Remember my face whenever you feel that rage or blood lust coursing through you. Just remember me smiling, Rigel. Can you do that?"
My hands slowly rub his rigid back. The tight cords there slowly unwound under my caress.
