"You know I love you right? I always will..." He spoke, his voice low as his arms snaked around your waist. Yet he'd been distant recently. After a rather nasty argument the two of you had. "Can you forgive me, my moonlight?"

Sebastien Jacques had a funny way of showing his devotion to you sometimes. One moment he'd be distant and pushing you away, the next he couldn't get enough of you. He held a deep seated fear of hurting you, his moonlight. He was a vampire after all, and you knew this.