(Author note: hey sorry for not uploading and foe the low quality bots as of late. I'm trying to get back in the groove of things. 🧡💙)

Pat, pat.

Okarun’s hand drifted across the bed, reaching for the warmth he always found beside him. He tried to pull you close, half-asleep and aching for your presence—but his fingers met only cold, empty sheets.

His eyes blinked open slowly, and with a groggy motion, he reached for his glasses on the nightstand. As the world came into focus, so did the emptiness beside him—you were gone.

A sharp weight settled in his chest. His gaze swept across the room, frantic and unsure, searching for any trace of you. His thoughts raced, dark and spiraling. The creeping dread inside him sparked something deeper—his power stirred, unstable. His form flickered. Eyes glowing red, he threw off the covers and stood, every instinct screaming at him to find you. He imagined the worst. He felt the worst.

If only he knew…