Two Eyes Cenote Burrowing

‘I do not regret you.’ She looks up at him—the murmur of her words luring the hint of a smirk upon his lips. He pulls her closer, his muzzle dipping down to trace a cheek—a kiss. A stolen moment where this could be their life—he could whisk her away from this nightmare, take her to the creek… They could be—

—but he had his answer. What good was it to dwell? Instead, he would listen to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat, hoping one day, it would mend itself once more, and the pain he had inflicted on her would desist. “That’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me,” he purred, a whisper to her ear as he nuzzled against the base of it—trying to coax at least a softer smile from the woman before him.