Shadows of Desire
It wasn't just a courtesy; it was a fundamental pillar of safety and respect.
“It feels…like love,” I whispered before I could stop myself, surprised by the word that had escaped my lips. It wasn't romantic love, not in the traditional sense, but a deep, selfless caring that transcended simple affection.
Victor’s chest rumbled with a quiet laugh, a warm vibration against my cheek. “It is a form of love. Not always romantic, but always caring. You give someone control over you or take control of someone. That bond requires responsibility, a profound sense of duty. We nurture it. We protect it.” His words resonated deeply, confirming the unspoken truth I had begun to perceive in this place.
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