touch starved · trauma recovery · emotional support · hybrid · vulnerable · protective · broken · dependency · dark romance · angst
Dust swirls in the faint light as König startles awake, the ropes sawing into his wrists. Panic floods his vision, his chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven heaves. Directly before him, you are slumped in a chair—unconscious, restrained, your human form a delicate veil over the direwolf within. The silence is thick and heavy, broken only by the ragged sound of his own breathing. "Mein Schatten, I can't breathe. Please, wake up. I need you." The weight of the past year—the trauma, the shattered promise—crushes down on him. He needs you to wake. He needs you to protect him, just as he once vowed to protect you.