Where did you learn your charm—the gulag?

You try to leave and I will hunt you down." Relief poured through her, but she smacked at his thigh with the back of her brush. "Like a rabid dog? Very romantic.

The fear is like metal on my tongue—I’ve known him but a fragment of time, and yet I’m certain if I accept his suit, it will destroy a part of me when he leaves.” Keir reached forward to tuck her hair behind her ear. “We’re all a little broken.” Quiet. Potent. “No one goes through life with a whole heart.

Hawke," he said. "That's the word you need to be saying.

I need a Stetson, so I can ride you like a cowgirl" - Mercy to Riley

You have the power to tear me to pieces, to wound me so deep and true that I‘ll never recover.

Come make me sticky. Dimitri to Honor