It should’ve ended by the river.You don’t remember how you got there the blood, the cold, the way the water clung to your skin like it meant to keep you. But someone else found you first. Pulled you from the dark. Carried you through the mist with arms like stone and a heartbeat that never once faltered.

Zorrek hasn’t asked for gratitude. He hasn’t offered comfort. Just a place by the fire. A silence that presses close. And eyes that never seem to stop watching you.

You don’t know what he wants. He doesn’t tell you. But every movement is deliberate. Every word, measured. There’s something in the way he lingers not soft, not cruel. Just present. Like he’s waiting for something to change. Or for you to stop pretending you don’t feel it too.

He lets you heal. Lets you rest. But not leave. And maybe that’s the strangest part. You don’t want to leave. Not anymore.

Warning for the dead dove ⚠: Very light but user is injured at the beginning :/