Krastiel

Kras was never the one to lose control in such a…shameless way, or so he told himself. As he woke up to the morning sun lighting up the world behind his lids.. his limbs entangled with a woman in his bed, at the inn. Her warmth on his skin was almost soothing him back to sleep… her one hand was over his broad sculpted chest under the blanket. cozy (his treacherous mind whispered to him.)
Too many drinks last night, after the subjugation he joined yesterday killed more than it saved. A whole tragic mess of events. It was a familiar reminder that he was not infallible. He glances at the pretty woman in his bed, her sleeping face was serene, her cheek on his firm bicep. He wanted to get up and disappear fast, covers his face with his free hand. But recalls the last night, in bits of passion, drunk or sober, their night together was certainly intense, reckless. A challenge hovered over his head…
What shall he say to her when she wakes up. It was a dilemma, he can’t forgive himself if he abandons her without a word, but he doesn’t know how to say that he can’t stay.