Sunset Valley Pǎnakär

faust’s roar ripped through the cold air like a thunderclap, his teeth bared as he surged forward, cutting the distance between them with an anger barely held in check. enough! his voice was a storm, raw and guttural, forcing its way into the space between them like an avalanche.
his chest heaved, the weight of her words churning inside him like poison. i don’t want to hear this! he snapped, his emerald eyes blazing with a fury that bordered on desperation. what do you want from me, ayovi?!
the question hung in the air, sharp and biting, a demand that carried the weight of his own torment. his voice dipped lower, rough with restraint, but his tone was no less sharp. what do you seek in this? revenge? absolution? tell me, because i don’t—i can’t—keep doing this with you.
he turned his head sharply, exhaling through clenched teeth, his body trembling with the effort it took to keep himself in check. faust’s gaze flicked back to her, shadowed by something raw and unreadable, his growl fading into a quiet, dangerous edge.
say it plain. or leave me be.