An Ancient Tale (Part 3)

"However, here I am, I don't intend to hurt you, wholeheartedly accepting you as my bride, you just have to take my hand, Daisy," 

Unknowingly, unstoppably, hopelessly, Zirkos offered his hand to Daisy who was staring at him in incredulity, not expecting such reactions from the ruthless man. 

With his hand still offering her, she held her shirt, scanning him from top to bottom. She couldn't possibly grasp the reasoning and asked weakly.

"...Why?"

"I don't know," He replied breathlessly, hovering over her, uncaring where this path would lead or if it was unforeseen for him.

"All I know is that if you won't take my hand willingly," He growled, holding her arm, pressing her body into his. 

His longings became incomprehensible, he required the warmth of her hand in his, and not forcefully, on her own.

"I will lose myself," 

Pointing at his heart, he whispered painfully, disregarding the reasoning or the dominance, all he knew was-