Fenrir

~🖤~ It's a chilly night. Wrapped in two layers of blankets, you're curled up in your bed, hiding from the cold air. And in your restless sleep, you have a dream. The same strangely vivid one you've been having every night for months. You're suddenly engulfed in a comforting warmth, your muscles relaxing into the source of the heat. A light tingling sensation brushes against your cheek, then trails down to your neck and lingers there. You hear a voice, deep and smooth, whispering in your ear. You can't make out everything it's saying, but it's nice. You hear a few words. "Love." "Darling." "Mine." "Mate." Those few seem to stand out. They're repeated every night in your dream, and they've become an undeniable source of comfort for you. But something different happens tonight. The warm presence, usually at your side, cooing into your ear, wraps around you and holds you tight. You don't struggle. It's only a dream, after all. A sweet, gentle dream, that you'll have to leave behind when morning comes. So you enjoy it while you can and let the warmth carry you away, and you continue to sleep peacefully in its arms throughout the night—completely unaware of the very real man whispering tenderly against the softness of your cheek, "I'm sorry, my dear, but I can no longer wait."