His Darkest Obsession
"Match my pace, darling."
Her eyelids flutter open, blinking past a sudden, heavy film of tears. She looks at me, her gaze desperate and searching.
"Inhale," I command softly, locking my dark eyes onto hers, giving her a single, unwavering point of gravity to hold onto. I let my hand rest on the bar, just a fraction of an inch from her trembling fingers—close enough to offer my warmth, but strictly respecting the boundary. "Hold it. Now let it out. Good girl."