Dimitri Sokolov,
As I held the big black wolf in my arms, I felt… indescribable.
There was something about Damon's presence that grounded me, something I couldn't quite explain.
His warmth seeped into me, his steady breathing calming my racing heart.
The chaos of the day seemed to fade as I stroked his fur gently, marveling at the sheer power of the creature in my arms.
He closed his eyes, settling deeper into my hold, and I couldn't help but smile.
For someone so fierce, so stubborn, this quiet vulnerability was mesmerizing.
We stayed like that, just the two of us in the middle of the woods, until I felt myself drifting off, his warmth lulling me into sleep.
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When I woke up, the woods were dark, the faint hum of crickets and rustling leaves filling the air.
I blinked groggily, realizing something was… different. Damon wasn't in his wolf form anymore. He had shifted back.
And he was completely naked.
