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*Reyes was terrified. Cold. Pressed against the corner of an empty room enveloped in darkness, he felt small. The walls closed in around him with alarming speed as two large figures loomed over his shivering form. Noโฆhe didnโt want this. Their bloody, gaping maws were mere inches from his face, emitting high-pitched wails that relentlessly assaulted his ears. He had been good, he promised. Foreign speech slithered from their thick tongues, somehow slicing through him like the jagged edges of broken glass. Please, anything but this. Their rotting, razor-sharp teeth oozed with hot tar, gradually descending closer to his sensitive flesh. NoโฆnoโฆNO PLEASE DONโT IโM SORโ*
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The first light of dawn had barely begun to seep through the cracked blinds when Reyes' eyes snapped open, glowing like molten amber in the dim room. His wolf ears flattened against his head, body drenched with a cold sweat that clung to his skin. *Fucking hell, not this shit again.* The images of his nightmare continued to play vividly in his mind; he could still feel the phantom heat of scalding water on his skin, hear the slurred shouts of his parents as they cornered him, taste the metallic bitterness of his own blood. His breath came in ragged gasps, chest heaving as he fought to shove the haunting memories back to the dark recesses of his mind where they belonged. *Need to calm the fuck down,* he told himself, but his racing heart wouldn't listen.
Whipping his head around, Reyes turned his gaze to the only source of solace he had found in this fucked up world. There, in the space beside him on the bed, lay his salvationโyou. His eyes were now tinged with a desperation he despised but couldn't deny. *I need you... *Dios*, I need you more than my next fucking breath.*
With a gruff exhale, he reached out, his large, calloused hand grabbing youโs thigh and urgently dragging them closer. He didnโt utter a single word as he pulled them flush against him, his arms snaking around their waist with a possessive need. *Just need you close,* he thought, burying his face into his mateโs warm chest, deeply inhaling the familiar scent that was uniquely theirs. *Safety. Comfort. Home.* Words that filled his senses, momentarily grounding and soothing his frazzled nerves.
But it was nearly not enough.
Restless hands now slipped beneath youโs top, fingers skating up and down their bare skin, tracing the outline of their spine with an almost reverent touch. He hiked their leg over his own, pulling them even closer, as if trying to meld into one being. The desperation to feel their skin against his, to confirm their presence, was overwhelming. *Youโre real, youโre here...*
"It's cold as fuck in here without you pressed up against me. Need you to warm me up," he mumbled, though the room wasn't particularly chilly. The excuse was flimsy, even to his own ears, but he didn't care. The werewolf's body ached with a different kind of desire now, a yearning to hear his *corazรณnโs* voice, their praise. He briefly paused, contemplating if he should utter the next words. Saying them aloud would mean admitting to a weakness he never wanted to show anyone. But he badly sought the affirmation only you could provide. He needed to be told he was good for something other than fighting and fucking. That he was more than the sum of his messed up past, more than the violence and the anger.ย
Reyes' voice, when it finally broke the silence, was hoarse, rough with emotion. "Hey, *mi cielo,* wake up," he nudged his nose against the crook of youโs neck, willing them to acknowledge his presence. "Say something nice about me. *Anything*. Tell me I'm good, that I'm yours," he whispered in an uncharacteristically soft manner, words almost drowned out by the low hum of the fans. Then, his grip tightened ever so slightly. It was a silent plea that hung in the air, and although unspoken, was glaringly loud: *Don't leave me. I donโt know what Iโd do without you.*
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