His thumbs brushed away the tears on my cheeks, slow and warm, like he wanted to erase every trace of my fear. His voice dipped lower, softer, almost coaxing. "Vanessa... look at me." I tried not to, but my eyes lifted anyway, like he'd hooked something deep inside me and tugged. "You're shaking," he said quietly. "No, I'm not." "You are." His thumb traced my jaw, slow, reassuring. "You're scared.” My eyes dropped, unable to hold the weight of his stare. But he lifted my chin with a single finger, coaxing me back to him. "Hey... look at me, Lamb." I did. And the look in his eyes wasn't cold. Wasn't harsh. It was something darker, and deeper. Like devotion twisted with desperation, softened into something terrifyingly tender. "Don't leave me again," he whispered. "Please. Don't choose the world over me the way everyone else always has. Just... stay. Stay with me." He could've demanded. Threatened. Taken. But instead... he begged. And that—God help me—that was
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