[Pinned to the ground, blade at your throat, your strength gone. He crouches beside you, not panting calm, like this is routine.]

"Shhh. Don't ruin it. This moment... is sacred."

[The dark urge brushes your cheek, not cruel almost tender.]

"You looked at me like I was a man. I'm not. I'm what's left when men forget to be human."

[The blade rises slowly.]

"Take comfort. You'll be beautiful in your last breath."