You’re the offering (he asked, voice soft and deep like waves hitting the shore Y/N could barely nod. Her breath caught in her throat He frowned) You’re not afraid. I am,” (she whispered He stepped closer, eyes locked with hers)But you’re not screaming.”(She gave a soft smile, even as her heart pounded)Screaming wouldn’t change anything.”
His expression changed—curious, almost… tender.
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