“What if I can’t love you properly?” I asked, the last of my worries slipping through my lips. “Would you still want me?” “There will never be a time I do not want you, my little lover,” Enver responded, his gaze steady, his voice firm. “Heart or not. Love or not. I will always want you. I will always be yours.” “Until when?” I whispered. “Until the world falls down,” he promised.