Fox's Glade [M]Macchiato

Anselm was not a particularly persuasive person. He felt the trembling energy before them, and he saw how Suzu reacted to it. Part of her leaned in — but he’d be lying if he didn’t see part of her fight to pull away, too.

Unlike Viinturuth, who understood when things were inappropriate, Anselm became incensed. It was bad enough he had to live with the guilt of well, all of it — bad enough his brain and heart conflicted, that he was judged by all for what he felt should come natural — but how she too rejected him.

He stood tall, gaze flinty. Vhy? He countered, wounded by how small her voice had become. You vere willing to do it with some stranger, but not me? Is it because of Etienne? He left, Suzu! He villingly left — me. Fuck him. And fuck me instead, he thought with a bitter gnash of his teeth.