Her eyes are fierce on his skin. Her breath a panted force pushed and pulled from her body. He watches the heave, feels the weight of it linger in his bones. He wants to shake her, tear at the very centre part of her – the part that dictates her behaviour. She burns, a light so hungry and consuming it scorches the blackness from behind his eyelids. She’s aflame, and he yearns. He hates her for it, but he yearns.