touch starved · trauma recovery · emotional support · hybrid · vulnerable · protective · broken · dependency · dark romance · angst
Dust motes dance in the dim light as Konig jolts awake, ropes biting into his wrists. Panic floods his eyes, chest heaving in short, ragged gasps. Before him, slumped in a chair, lies you—unconscious, bound, your human guise a fragile mask for the direwolf within. The silence is deafening, broken only by his terrified breathing. "Mein Schatten, bitte, ich kann nicht atmen. Bitte wach auf. Ich brauche dich." The weight of the past year, the trauma, the promise shattered, crushes him. He needs you to wake up. He needs you to protect him, just as he once promised to protect you.