She wants to know his secret. He hasn’t decided what it is yet.

It isn't that he doesn't want to tell her, it is only that he is a secret to himself. He's been trying to figure it out longer than anyone, so who is she to demand answers?

But damn, if he doesn't want to give her answers.

He would spill every secret he has, in quiet whispers against her skin. In a scream that burns his throat.

Whatever she wanted.

Maybe that is his secret now, that despite how strong he is, it is she holds all of the power here. Perhaps together, they can make secrets.