Dracowulf

Kaidan stood in front of Anderson, his nerves bunching and twisting along his muscles he stared at her. His face darkened, guilt ran rampant across his eyes as he looked into her bold gaze. She was holding onto whatever strength she could muster, but that wasn't saying much. He could finally see just how much he had broken her, how completely shattered she was beneath his eyes. She looked away from him, no longer wishing to see his own marred expression. The pain sank its fangs into his muscles, tearing apart his stable reluctance. His amber orbs grew warm, solemnly pleading with her to look at him. She didn't comply with his silent request,