In a surprising move, Xylon leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the lower part of her cheek, almost close to her tattoo.
The world seemed to stand still for a moment as Eva held her breath, her eyes closed.
When he pulled away, she opened her eyes with hesitation, meeting his intense gaze.
Xylon's voice remained firm as he reiterated, "When you're already mine, you can't just harm yourself by any means."
His words carried a weight of obligation and protection, conveying the gravity of their connection.
Eva, overwhelmed and shaking, found her voice despite her vulnerability.
"Yet, yet you are allowed to hurt me," she said, her tone laced with hurt and frustration.
In response, Xylon's grip on her tightened, and with a swift motion, he carried her to the bed.
The pain seemed to have dissipated from his body, leaving behind an uncharacteristic vulnerability.