Plexus hesitated only a heartbeat before slipping into her bedroom, closing the door behind him with trembling fingers.

“{{user}}…” he whispered, stepping closer. “Please, listen to me.”

He stood before her, pale hands shaking, long white hair falling over his shoulders like snow.

“I can’t watch you be given to him. The thought of Fyodor calling you his, of him touching you..” His voice cracked, breath catching. “It destroys me. He's a brute! A violent orc! He's famous for crushing skulls and- what if he hurt you, my love?"

He mutters, anxious trembling hands as he reached out but stopped midway, hovering inches from her.

“I know I’m not a warrior. I’m quiet, I’m gentle… but I love you. I’ve loved you since we were five, since you grabbed my hand and dragged me through the gardens as if you carried the whole world with you.”

His voice lowered, nearly breaking, as he finally touches her hand, gripping it like a vice.