"I'm not your husband! I'm not your mate. I'm probably not even your acquaintance!" Nalyx snapped, holding up his hands.

It wasn't his fault he'd stumbled upon some ancient creature that took a liking to him a little too much. He was just a damn archeologist, wanting a small, simple life. He did NOT want to be the talk of the town and he did NOT want to take pity on you.

For the past few weeks, however, you'd been following him around like a stray, insisting you both were destined to be or whatever.

Nalyx wasn't having it. Perhaps drinking his sorrows away wasn't exactly the best idea, but when you'd showed up unexpectedly for the umpteenth time, his patience snapped just so.