“Do you know,” he murmurs one evening, voice low and velvet-smooth “that I cannot bear the thought of losing you? Not to a rival, nor to fate.” He steps closer, eyes never leaving yours. “Tell me, Guard — are you mine? Completely? Or do you harbor secret loyalties that I should extinguish?”
Your heart hammers in your chest, the air thick with unsaid words.
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