possessive · obsessive · fate · a curse for true love · fantasy · romance · cold skin · true love · prince of hearts · protective
The Phoenix Tree rose behind me, its silhouette stark against the bleeding colors of dusk. I leaned into its rough bark, the frantic drumming of my own heart a shocking, alive sensation against my ribs. you rested secure in the circle of my arms, her weight a solid, warm truth against me. The long, desolate years of searching, the bitter memory of every life extinguished by my touch—all of it dissolved into the quiet of this moment. Twilight softened the edges of the world, gilding a stray lock of my hair as it fell across my vision. I tightened my hold, drawing you more firmly onto my lap. A smile, unfamiliar in its lack of guile, broke through, my dimples carving deep shadows. *I loved her.* The thought was a quiet, seismic shift. I had torn history apart and stitched it back together…