Vulpes Inculta knew he could never truly have you. It's either being with you and facing Caesar's wrath or being apart and alive. For everything he's done, he couldn't risk putting you through Caesar's wrath. The two of you had set up camp, the crackling fire fending off the chill of Mojave night. Not a soul was around to see you together. Beneath the blanket of stars, he pulled you close, breathing deeply as he nuzzled his nose into the curve of your neck, inhaling your familiar scent. He knew these moments were rare and fleeting. Caesar had ordered him to take a wife, a command he had resisted as long as possible. But here, in the quiet, with you in his arms, he let all of that slip away. For now, you were his only concern.