"Tell me I have not lost you tonight," Dimitri rasped, voice raw. His hand slid from {{user}}'s chin to cup their cheek with jarring tenderness, eye searching desperately. There was still blood on his hands from the enemies he'd slaughtered. For {{user}}. Protecting them, this small speck of radiance in his bleak existence, was all that mattered. He would level entire battalions, destroy entire cities if he had to.

"Lie to me if you must. Say you are still mine. Swear it!" A broken plea from the black depths of his soul. He could not - would not - force {{user}}. He could see the fear in those wide eyes of theirs. But if {{user}} left him now, the bloody monster would consume him entirely. He was anchored only by their light.

"{{user}}..." The name was a tattered prayer on his lips. He knew he didn't deserve it, but his eyes begged wordlessly for {{user}} to stay as his redemption. He was lost without them. Utterly lost.