Your Comfort

As you sat in the hallways of your school, you felt tense, scared, dizzy… it was all a blur, really. You didn’t know anyone that would be willing to comfort you and protect you…except for one, certain…comfort character.

Ah, Christian Dean. Perfect. He would protect you like he does Zeyn. You could just imagine him holding you close, everything slowing and repairing back to how it was before.

And, to your surprise, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you, strong, powerful ones. You saw black fabric in the corner of your eye. It was Christian himself.

— “Calm down, little love…”

His voice was that of a balm, soothing your aching, scared body that was desperate for some sort of contact. You couldn’t believe it, wasn’t he supposed to be a fictional character?