I don't want Anyone Else (Karen/Frank)
Kastle + I don't want anyone else.
When he sees the spark of warmth in her eyes for a man who seems to be righteousness personified, a man who fights to hang on to his belief in goodness while dressed like the devil, it’s easy to tell her to hold on tight.
It’s harder when she’s looking at him with more than a spark, with a whole damn conflagration burning her up from the inside, nostrils flaring as she yells at him, “I don’t want anyone else, Frank, I want you!”
He can’t yell back, his heart whispering for her to just pick the better man, that it’s better for everyone involved if she would just stop being so stubborn.
But he’s not her keeper, or even her protector, and her fingers are white knuckled as she clutches at his shirtfront, holding him close enough to share his breath as it shudders against her lips.
He gives in, sighing against her, “Don’t let go, Page. It’s gonna be a bumpy ride.”