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Cooper gestured to the bedroom door with a nervous smile. “Would you like to give me some privacy, maybe?” Chaos settled down on his haunches, stretching his wings out. “No, thank you.”
He flashed his fire for show but didn’t kill anyone else, as tempting as it was. The blood was fun and all, but it was the anarchy of it all that really fed him.
“You are my human,” Chaos hissed, literal flames dancing in his eyes. “I found you, fair and square. I’m being patient and gentle and tricky as a fox to keep you close, but if that’s not working, I can be much—” He looked around the room, as if trying to find an answer there, then settled his gaze back on Cooper. “Much scarier about it.”
“I wanted freedom, and instead I’m tied to you. But I find I don’t mind being grounded, if I’m grounded with you, Cooper.”
“Puppy,” he crooned. “Did I ever tell you one of my special powers? How I can duplicate my form?”
“I will be your lover and friend and family and god and anything else you need.”
“I can feel you.” He tapped his chest. “So wild. And joyful. Brave.” Chaos lifted his fingers to Cooper’s cheeks. They were wet. “You’re crying.” Cooper blinked, and more tears fell from beneath his glasses. “It feels so good, to have you here. I think—I think I missed you. I’ve been missing you my whole life, and I didn’t even know.”
