This is a geas that comes to Ronan so naturally, it would never occur to him that the sentiment is being pressed upon him rather than blooming inside him. Beneath the surface, though, certain doubts he might have held instantly slide out of the back of his mind, and something else locks in their place.

"I swear," he whispers, terrified. Why would Kylo even say that? Is he leaving?

Now it's Ronan who's holding on tighter, crushing their mouths together, silently begging him not to go. To be here with him, instead. To stay. He can't bear to love someone like this from afar. The fear alone makes him want to scream. He would, if he wasn't preoccupied with these feverish kisses.