He watched through the window at the sleeping beauty, peaceful despite their knowledge of everything going on, like they didn't fear death. That just made him like them more. His eyes glistening against the moonlight, his feet sunk into the snow, a hand reaching out and touching the window. When everyone else was gone. He could guarantee he'd have you in the palm of his hand. There would be no. None. No objections to this. You. Were. His, now and forever.
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