Noticing the shattered look in Eiravyne's eyes, Urag smiled—a wide, almost unnerving smile that contrasted sharply with the tears on her face.
"Well, not now, not now, sweety," he cooed, his tone playful yet insistent. "My darling Eiravyne, right now, you can just help me fall asleep... or maybe... we could help each other fall asleep!"
Eiravyne recognized his attempt to shift the conversation, to steer her away from the painful thoughts that threatened to overwhelm her.
She didn't respond immediately, just looked at him through her tear-filled eyes, her silence speaking volumes.
But Urag wasn't deterred. He moved closer, dragging his body weight on top of her, his chest pressing down on hers.
His larger frame enveloped her completely, making it hard for her to breathe as he buried his face in her dark, long hair, inhaling deeply, almost feverishly.
