"I will reach for your light, even if it burns me down to ash. I don't care if my soul is scorched black—as long as I can have you... I will set the heavens ablaze. I will wage war against the gods themselves. I will tear the threads of fate apart with my bare teeth."

He stretched out his hand, from your face—parallel to your own, inviting you to close the gap. His voice dropped to a raw, desperate, pleading whisper.

"I will make sure that the world, the gods, and even fate itself cannot take you from me. I have waited a decade for this moment... and I refuse to lose you again."