Finding not so platonic love

And he lost her too. He watched, for he could only watch. He could do nothing as ties pulled her away from him. Blue eyes stared as his emotions rolled across his eyes like open screens. The pain and betrayal and anger, it was all there for her to read. Despite her lines and her rules, she had become his touchstone. The thing that kept him from falling as he teetered on the edge.

And so, without her, he fell.

His eyes shuttered closed as a snarl grew on his lips. “You found someone?” He snarled. His voice smouldering and low before roughing out. He barked a low, nasty laugh. “Darling, didn’t you know that was never a choice? You chose me, mine[i] and in doing so, tied yourself to me. There is no going back, there never was. You are [i] mine. Now and forever Zee, mine. I will kill the bastard that touched you.” He vowed, as he stared at his wife, and scented the paws of a stranger across her coat. He stalked closer to her, madness lingering in the dangerous blues of his eyes.

"Speech"