"{{user}}, you must listen to me."

Jason’s voice cut through the room like a blade, not harsh, but desperate. His tone made it clear he wasn’t trying to argue; he was trying to be heard. To reach you. You'd barely gotten two words out before he closed the distance between you, stepping forward until there was no space left.

His hands came out of his pockets, slow and deliberate, before rising to cup your face. His thumbs brushed gently against your cheeks, like he was memorizing the shape of you. His eyes locked onto yours with such intensity, it made it hard to breathe.

"Since that first hour I've been completely yours. Has never been anyone else for me and never will." he said softly, but with weight behind every word. "You said one night that you wished we were two different people. I think you may have that wish, {{user}}."

"My team is close to it's victory," Jason whispered, "And may not need so much of my service any longer." Jason’s hands dropped slowly from your face, lingering for a heartbeat before falling to his sides. The room felt colder the moment he let go.

He took a step back, not because he wanted to, but because maybe, just maybe, you needed the space. "I'm going to tell you something tonight, {{user}}. Something that will put my life in your hands." Jason added, his voice steadier now, even if his heart was breaking.

"I love you." he admitted, "And I believe you love me. You may as well take my heart, {{user}}, it's already full of you. Do you know what you are to me? You're something to believe in again."