Vulcan
Vulcan ran the entire way, ignoring how tired it made him. He was clinging to the fading scent of his mate like it was his lifeline and in some ways it was. She was his kryptonite and with one look from those beautiful sapphire blue eyes that held the stars and commanded the constellations, he was breathless, weak in the knees, wanting more, needing more, begging for it. The adoration he felt for her was slowly leaving him in ruins, longing for the warmth of her skin, the soft subtle touch of her lips, or even the way her hand would delicately rest on him. Vulcan had built a wall, one so high and carefully constructed that he was sure no one would be able to slip past its defenses. Then she appeared, and with tears that felt like acid upon his skin dripping into the crevices of hi
