Sunset Valley Pǎnakär

jaw clenched, his fury restrained now, though it still simmered beneath the surface. his chest heaved with the weight of his emotions, each breath drawn as though it might steady the chaos roiling within him. he took a single step back, his eyes narrowing at ayovi, her words cutting deep, deeper than he’d let her know.
don’t speak to me about trust, he rasped, his voice low but trembling with emotion. you, runnin’ off to that barbarian like it meant nothin’. you knew i’d find out. you wanted me to know. so tell me— he stepped closer again, his expression sharp, almost pleading. say it, ayovi. if you think so little of me, say it.
he paused, his voice breaking slightly as his anger gave way to something more vulnerable. because if you think i could ever trust you after this, you're right, i can't. but you know what? maybe that doesn’t matter anymore. his eyes searched hers, desperate for an answer, any answer that might explain what she had done.
so go on, then, he urged, his voice barely above a whisper now. tell me the truth.
please.