People were asking for a continuation and all I could really think of was this little morning after scene from Emma's POV. It's super short.
She wakes up to his arms around her waist, his breath a soft caress on her skin. She shifts, mindful of his form, sitting up and staring down at him. His face is more relaxed than she's ever seen it, so smooth and young and carefree and she has the urge to kiss him awake but she doesn't. She can't.
He could break her apart, more than anyone else. He could leave her in a pile of cracked pieces, never able to fit together again, all scattered and misplaced and no longer whole. He frightens her. And it's not because of his darkness or his anger or any of that, but rather his hold over her, his power. She shivers at the thought and his arms tighten in his sleep, pull her closer against him, his head resting on her side as he breathes in her scent. The corners of his mouth tug up a bit and she can't help but smile.
He could break her. But he could also mend her.