"You wanted to talk?" he whispered, drawing her closer, breathing in the warm, comforting scent of vanilla that lingered in her hair. As the vibrant hues of the sunset painted the sky, he sensed the tension in her body begin to dissipate. "You smell so good," he murmured, relishing the peaceful stillness of the moment.
"C-Christian..." Her voice quivered like a fragile leaf in the breeze, prompting him to gently turn her to face him. Tears cascaded down her cheeks, catching the last rays of daylight like shimmering diamonds. Instinctively, he cupped her face, feeling the warmth radiating from her skin-a stark contrast to the cool evening air. "Promise me something," she pleaded, her voice cracking under the weight of her fear.
"Anything, just please... stop crying." He tried to offer comfort, his heart aching for her. She nodded, their foreheads touching as warmth enveloped them. "If they get to me-"
"Don't complete that sentence," he interjected softly, pressing a tender kiss to her trembling hands, hoping to alleviate her growing anxiety.
"Christian, please! Promise me you won't let them take me alive. I can't bear the thought of going through that again." Her desperate eyes searched his, pleading for understanding, and he felt her heartbeat quicken beneath his fingers, a frantic tempo that mirrored her fear. "This world isn't ready for the man I would become if this... ever stopped."
He held her gaze steadfastly, the weight of their grim reality enveloping them like a heavy shroud, the air thick with unspoken fears and unyielding resolve.