[His eyes are mostly silver when he finally manages to open them, a sign of his hunger and need, but his allure is only barely leaking through. Gods, he wants her, but his guilt is greater. He nearly killed her, the woman he loved.]
Don't. [His voice is strained and he closes his eyes again. It's easier to talk to her, to flirt as if nothing is wrong, if he doesn't have to see her as well as smell and hear her.]
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Don't. [His voice is strained and he closes his eyes again. It's easier to talk to her, to flirt as if nothing is wrong, if he doesn't have to see her as well as smell and hear her.]
Don't come nearer. Please.