Dyon looked at the silver haired beauty clinging to his arm, not understanding anymore whether that smile of hers that made his heart quake was truly the woman she was… Or if she was something else entirely…
She always seemed so carefree and honest, yet something about her was making Dyon uneasy.
Dyon was a person that had pride etched deeply into his bones. The only people he'd set it aside for without hesitation, were those he loved. And yet, there was a deep competitive fire stirring within him the more time he spent with Luna.
On one hand, the persona he had taken over wanted to love and fawn over this woman. It was to the point where he wanted to keep her on a pedestal and never touch her. The fact that Luna was still a virgin spoke volumes about that truth. How could you be married to such a beautiful woman and yet never touch her? Dyon's demon sage blood was running wild at such a ridiculous notion. That feeling only grew due to the fact he had integrated another 8%.
