Phobus listened attentively to Eyre's words, his crimson gaze fixed on her as she spoke of her connection to the night and her desire for a loving family. His features softened, a rare display of vulnerability as he shared a part of his past with her. The starry brute revealed the abandonment he and his brother had faced at the hands of their mother, the nurse's refusal to speak of her, and the unspeakable acts they endured. The pain in his voice was palpable, his longing for a mother's love evident. Eyre's empathetic nature allowed her to understand the weight of Phobus's past, the scars he carried from his upbringing. Her sea blue eyes glistened with unshed tears as she expressed her apology and offered her support. She leaned her head gently against his shoulder blade, seeking to offer comfort in the only way she knew how. The connection they shared in that moment was one of shared pain and the yearning for a loving family.

”I’m sorry that happened, Phobus.” The Demon's gaze softened as he felt the warmth of Eyre's presence against him. He allowed her to console him, the touch of her head against his shoulder a balm to his wounded soul. He inhaled deeply, taking in her scent mingled with the icy wind, as he processed her words. ”You do deserve a loving family, even if it’s found family. I'm in need of a new one too. Mines.. falling apart.” The realization that they both sought solace in the embrace of a chosen family, a family not bound by blood but by love and understanding, resonated deeply within him.

"You're right, little puppet," Phobus replied softly, his voice carrying a mix of gratitude and vulnerability. "Found family can be just as powerful, if not more so, than the ties of blood. We have the ability to choose those who will stand by us, support us, and love us unconditionally. And I believe that we have found that in each other." He paused for a moment, his gaze lingering on Eyre's face as he traced the contours of her delicate features. The question she posed brought a flicker of amusement to his crimson eyes, a hint of his manipulative nature resurfacing. ”Phobus, may I ask a question?” Her voice was quiet, reserved. ”I know after the war, a lot of claiming was done. Why did you choose me, regardless of not many choices at the point you spoke up?”

"Ah, my little dove, you want to know why I chose you," he mused, a small smirk playing on his maw. "Well, there are many reasons, my dear. Firstly, you possess a unique strength, a resilience that caught my attention. You have endured hardships and yet maintain a gentle spirit, a kind heart. I found myself drawn to your inner light, your ability to see the beauty even in the darkest of times." Phobus's gaze intensified, his crimson eyes locking with Eyre's sea blue ones. "But there is more, my little puppet. You possess a potential, a hidden power that I sensed from the moment I laid eyes on you. I saw in you the potential to become something extraordinary, something that would surpass the expectations of those around you. And I wanted to be a part of that journey, to guide and shape your path."

He leaned in closer, the cold wind caressing their forms as his voice dropped to a hushed whisper. "And, of course, my dear Eyre, there is the undeniable fact that you are a stunning female, a vision of beauty in this frozen wasteland. I wanted to claim you, to have you by my side, to bear my pups and ensure the survival of our lineage." A mischievous glimmer danced in his crimson eyes as he leaned back slightly, giving her space to process his words. "But beyond that, my dear, I saw in you the potential for a love that transcends duty and obligation. I saw the possibility of a true connection, a partnership where we support and challenge each other, where we grow together and forge our own destiny."

Phobus's words hung in the air, his gaze never wavering from Eyre's. He knew the power of his manipulative charm, the ability to twist words and emotions to his advantage. But in that moment, there was a sincerity in his voice, a genuine desire to find solace and love in the arms of another. "Now, my little puppet, tell me," he whispered, a note of anticipation in his voice. "What do you seek in this newfound family, this partnership that we have the opportunity to create? What do you desire, deep within your heart?"