Starla's brows furrowed, her heart weighed down by Vincent's words, each syllable carving deeper into her soul.
His touch on her cheek was a bittersweet anchor, grounding her amidst the tempest raging within.
"I'd rather die than see you with anyone else," Vincent declared, his voice thick with emotion as he landed a deep kiss on Starla's hand, baring his soul to her in that moment of raw vulnerability.
As Vincent's words pierced the air, Starla swallowed hard, the nervousness constricting her throat.
"Wh-what do you want me to do?" she managed to stammer out, her voice barely above a whisper.
A sharp glint illuminated beneath Vincent's amber eyes, betraying the conflict within him.
He regretted having to place this burden on Starla, yet found solace in her unwavering love.