Guilt and Realisations

Ronan gazed at Riven, noticing the way his chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. His little wolf had fallen asleep, his face peaceful and free from the tension that had gripped him earlier.

The remnants of their closeness still lingered, but seeing Riven finally resting, Ronan couldn't help but smile. A soft, genuine smile that no one else had ever seen before.

Carefully, he lifted his hand and brushed a few stray strands of black hair away from Riven's forehead. His fingertips moved with the utmost tenderness, afraid that even the slightest pressure might disturb his sleep.

Riven's cheeks were still flushed, the faint pink hue spreading to the tips of his ears. Ronan's heart swelled with affection and guilt. He was gentle... At least much as he could be. He pushed away all the voices in his head that stirred up desires... Desires that would leave Riven in an even worse state.