Fear.

He has never encountered such an emotion, until now.

His heart constricts, fire burning inside of him. His twisted mind seems to unravel at the seams, falling apart as his mental conscious ebbs away slowly, swallowed whole by the shadows that lie and call him friend. His entire body feels warm, heat spreading from his gaze to his talons causing his hairs to stand on end. This feeling, this overwhelming feeling of desire, possession, and want it almost consumes him completely, flooding his entire being and flowing throughout him in massive heated waves. But it is not within his heart, no, it is much deeper, in his soul. A place that was once so dark and abysmal that he had almost believed the wraith had stolen it while he was asleep.

No
It was there
He could feel it burning in flames.

He stares at her, eyes never leaving her face, syncing each and every feature with the permanent sections of his memories that would matter most. What if she leaves? There is a trace of anxiousness within her gaze. What if she finds another? He growls outwardly at the idea, stepping forward as their frontal hairs seem to intertwine. He calms at her touch, his growl lowering into a deranged purr. No, he fears this...girl. She has a control over his emotions, over his actions.

Disgusting.

He should just kill her. “yes… kill her, kill her,” the winds that trace their fingers through his spine now whisper in his ears. It would make his life easier, to kill her and rid himself of this emotion called fear. She would be forever his and no one else’s. She would be forever buried where he could find her and wouldn’t worry about her leaving. The ghoul lowers his head, eyes drifting to her neck as his lips follow. He slows his action, as if daring her to back away from him.no, he wishes for her to bare her vulnerable parts, obey.

If she obeys, he would let those lips peel back, a gentle snarl releasing as he places teeth upon her flesh, they graze along her neck, taunting her as his mind twists and unfurls. He could do it now, end it all now and be completely free. But her voice flows through his thoughts, clear and concise and he freezes. It is almost as if her name is a crystalline dagger, cutting through the dark debris and crusted ruins in his mind, slicing through it all and giving him a clean look at his decision.

Muzzle burrows into her neck, body shuddering weakly from the inner battle that rages within. “Vesper,” he murmurs her name, as if speaking a blessing on to the world in his husky baritones. Teeth nip gently at her, her perfume sliding into his nares and causing him to close his eyes. “you give me a fear I have never known.” he whispers the confession, feeling hesitant to let anyone hear but her. “vesper,” he repeats, a strength in his words. “where have you been these dark years?”