In the blessed silence she could only feel his mind now: focused, surprised, and intrigued. His mind felt both dangerous and breathtakingly beautiful. He pulled at her like nothing else ever had and she got the feeling that it was mutual. A mind like that was a juggernaut, powerful, disciplined, and stubborn. He would never stop until he got what he wanted.
What if he decided he wanted her? She would be possessed completely by his fire and find herself burned to ashes.
Source: Not For Me – Chapter 1, by Indygodusk – Pitch Black (2000) [Archive of Our Own] | https://archiveofourown.org/
Pitch Black fix-it, except they’re Guide and Sentinel…