Jo

“You used to scare me, Draven,” I whispered, skimming my fingers over the back of his neck.
He was quiet for a moment. “I know. But I was never your prison. Never your captor. All I've ever wanted was to be your protector. Your sanctuary.”
My heart flipped over in my chest.
Draven reached out a hand and caressed my hair. “I saw you, and I wanted to consume you. Like a fire that would only burn for me.”
― Briar Boleyn, Empress of Fae