Staring back into her eyes, I cupped her cheeks, caressing them lovingly, "See? Zari, I know you need to be like this. But that doesn't mean you could turn into a whole other person, that you change in a matter of heartbeat."

Softening, I whispered, trying to convey my untold state to her with a string of expectations, "You can't just become a ruthless piece of flesh flooded with deception and lies, I don't want you to be like this. It's fucking irritating me."

But, gradually my tone converted into a hiss but into a grievous one, barely keeping myself together, I held myself back. Pressing her against the table...