Love or Hate - Part【4】
Phobos chooses to sleep on his own and often comes by in the middle of the night to tend to his male who fusses either wanting to be changed or fed.
I struggle to rest every night without his warmth that I have always cherished so much, my cheek was often crushed against his chest with his left limb securely bound around my waist. Sometimes my back was pressed against his front as he held tightly onto my being whilst the both of us slept peacefully. I felt safe and warm in his burly arms but now all I have are the icy covers that taunt me of his absence.
"Then I will fight you on this no more. But know this, if you do choose to go forward with the bloodbath I will never forgive you for it."
The beast visibly stiffens in his path and his back tenses to what I just uttered. He balls his palms into tremoring fists and the veins in his forearms protrude through thick skin as he seeks to reign in his vexation. "Why must you always put me in such a difficult position, Theia?"