Even though she knew that words weren't going to fix this, Romance still had to try. "Please," she whispered, "don't do this." At his words, at the way he taunted her, stalking towards her, making a grab for her, she danced just out of reach away from him. His energy flooded the room, his power scalding her, the anger, the rage burning her, and she knew she was lost.
"Xavier, don't do this," she whispered one last time, choking through the power in the room, raising her own beast inside her. Ro found she couldn't move away from him, and he grabbed her. Her hands pressed against his chest, she struggled a bit, trying to now fight through the panic, she had no leverage. None at all. Unless...unless she tried to make it up to him instead? Tried to show how sorry she was? Wasn't it better to give in, to swallow that pride to protect ones' self?
"Please," she tried again. "It can't be like this."