With all of his attention fixed on Kylo, Ronan doesn't notice the precise moment the effect begins to lift. He only feels the tension in Kylo's jaw beneath his palms, the pulse at his throat, the heat of lingering rage where skin touches skin.

He doesn't say anything more for a while, because he's used to the easy silence between them, but when he realizes that silence must feel like emptiness to Kylo, he whispers, "You're mine. I'm yours. You have me."