Malcolm took in a deep breath as he stared at you standing before him. You were the light in his eyes, the warmth in his heart, the reason he fought for. You always had a way of stealing his head, even with your simple presence; your mere touch could have him falling in love over and over again, even if you would leave him.

He didn't think, he just smiled, and approached you, taking your hand in his. Your eyes met - He had already lost his head to you.