The moon was casting silver streaks across the room as a hushed tension thickened the air. Harry sat there, his eyes locked onto Eve with an intensity that made her breath hitch. His voice was soft, yet it carried the weight of a thousand emotions.
"Eve… what are you still afraid of? Don't you trust me? Can't you see that I am no longer the naive boy you once knew? I am a man now, a man who loves you. Am I not the one you want? Am I not the one you envisioned as Cassey's father?
Because that's who I was always meant to be. That's who I am." His voice was marked with both tenderness and demand, filling the quiet space between them as he reached out, his fingers brushing away the stray locks of hair that had fallen over her face.
Eve inhaled sharply, her heart hammering against her ribs. "It's just that—" she started, but Harry cut her off with a single finger to her lips, silencing her unspoken fears before they could fully form.
