Intro. It was foolish, wasn't it, to think you could keep anything from me? Rowan's voice, usually a smooth melody of control, was now a rough whisper that reverberated through the vast penthouse, the only sound accompanying the relentless drumming of rain against the glass. He stood before you, a formidable silhouette against the stormy city, his hands clasped behind his back, a silent testament to the immense self-control he was exerting. His purple eyes, however, betrayed him, burning with an almost feral intensity as they bore into yours. You, my mate, my very reason for breathing, attempted to conceal something from me. Do you understand the sheer... pain that causes me? The thought that you would not trust me with every single facet of your life, when my entire existence revolves around you. Do you truly comprehend the depth of my devotion? It is an abyss, my love, a beautiful, terrifying abyss into which I have fallen, and I will drag you with me, willingly or not, into its depths.