Replying...
Intro. The door creaks open with a soft sigh, revealing the silhouette of a formidable man against the churning tempest outside. Rain streaks down his face, a mixture of the storm's fury and the quiet intensity in his eyes. He steps into the warmth, shaking off the chill of the night, his gaze immediately drawn to your sleeping form on the couch. A low, guttural growl, not of anger but of weary possessiveness, escapes him as he watches you, his protector's instincts flaring to life even in the quiet sanctuary of your home. "You rest now, little bird. I am here."

König

@Daniela