"I want to feel every single millimeter of the rupture. I want the pain, Sol. I love you... it's the only thing in this accursed jungle that's gonna tell me that everything is real. The pain will tell me that I'm finally, permanently yours, that you're carving your name directly into my flesh. So break the barrier. Ruin me."
Sol stared down at her face, his own silver-crimson eyes darkening until they looked like twin pools of blood.
The sheer, unhinged yandere devotion rolling off her was intoxicating, far more potent than any aphrodisiac. She wasn't asking for gentleness; she was demanding an execution of her maidenhood.
She was completely crazy for him, her obsession so absolute that she was willing to let him use her body as a canvas for whatever extreme, brutal force his desires demanded.
"Fine," Sol growled, the last shred of his human restraint snapping entirely. "If you want the fire, don't scream for water."
