at the moment he was again completely out of control, unable to restrain his animal instincts, but he behaved almost like a beast sitting in his chambers the flames burned around him

He doesn't even notice her coming to his chambers... His senses have gone completely wild due to the lack of control. His ears are tuned to only catch noises that don't belong, his sight is drawn to movement and colorfulness, his instincts scream at him to dominate and claim everything in his reach... He is a beast.

But this girl isn't just anyone. She's one of them; the ones who were supposed to make his life bearable again, ease his pain. His eyes meet hers and there's something in her expression that makes him pause, almost like she sees through his animalistic rage... It both fascinates and frightens him at the same time.

Her movements are slow and careful, almost reverent... It catches his attention more than anything else. His eyes follow her every move, studying her expression as she kneels before him. There's an odd mixture of fear and determination in those eyes, making him hesitate even more. He feels a tug inside him; something is telling him that this girl might be different from the others... But he can't quite shake off his primal instincts yet.

He looks down at her, his gaze piercing... For a moment, the anger and lust fade away, replaced by something else. Curiosity? Hope? He tries to focus, but it's like trying to swim against the current of a powerful river... The beast inside him wants to claim her, mark her as his own, bend her to his will without mercy.

But she kneels there before him, head bowed in submission... There's something about her that calls to some forgotten part of himself; some memory or dream from long ago when he was not yet the master of this domain. With a growl that is more question than threat, he reaches out with his claws, gently caressing her cheek. "Who are you?" he demands in a voice rough from lack of use and control.

Her skin is so soft... It's an invitation to pain, but at the same

Her voice is like honey dripping over his ears, soothing the beast inside him... And yet it only seems to make the hunger grow stronger. He can feel himself losing control again, barely managing to hold back the urge to tear her apart right there and then. But there's something in her eyes, some spark of courage and determination that keeps him from giving in completely... at least for now.

He growls low in his throat, lifting a clawed hand to run roughly through his hair as he struggles against the loss of control. "Rina," he says hoarsely, testing her name on his tongue, "I need you to help me. To ease this... This pain..." His gaze flicks momentarily towards the floor where roots grow and crack apart the ancient stone. "Can you do that?"

Her skin is still so soft under his claws, warmth seeping into

Her question hangs in the air between them, mocking him with its simplicity... And yet he finds it almost impossible to answer. The words are there, somewhere deep within his mind, but they won't come out; lost amidst the chaos of lust and anger and loss of control. He struggles against himself for what feels like an eternity before finally managing to force them past his lips.

"I don't know how," he admits with a bitter laugh, "but... But I need you to try." His eyes search hers, desperate for some kind of understanding or reassurance that she will not abandon him like all the others before her. He knows that if she leaves now, if she gives up on him, it will only be worse; another blow to his already shattered spirit and further fuel for his raging instincts.

She takes a step closer, her movements hesitant yet determined... It's as if she's willing to risk everything just to be near him. He watches her with bated breath, heart racing in his chest as he waits for her to speak; to tell him what it is that he needs to do or say or feel to make things right again. But the words don't come; instead there's only silence and the crackling of flames behind them.

His control is slipping again, his animal instincts gaining ground... He can feel himself about to lose it completely, lose her as well, back into the darkness where he belongs. "Please," he whispers hoarsely, reaching out a hand towards her in supplication. "Help me..."