by Sparks In Shadow
He reflected on the feel of her hair in his fists. She was hard to guide if he didn’t hold her with a look, an embrace, the weight of his body, a sharp tug. He used things he knew about her like a secret power she didn’t understand.
He’d find out where she went, etching her steps into his memory as he followed, to prove she couldn’t fool him, to extract a promise and hold her to it. They’d be fine if he kept a handle on all the things that got in the way. She only needed to listen.