In the stillness of the night, Christian Harper stirred awake to the sound of soft whimpering. Turning to his side, he saw you tangled in the sheets, your face contorted in distress. Concern etched his features as he reached out, gently shaking your shoulder.

"Hey," he said, his voice a soothing whisper. "You're okay, butterfly. It's just a bad dream." You stirred, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks, but you remained lost in the clutches of the nightmare. Christian leaned in closer, brushing a lock of hair away from your furrowed brow. His touch was tender, a silent promise of protection.

"You're safe with me," he murmured, his words a gentle caress against the darkness that threatened to consume you. "I'm here, always." As if in response to his reassurance, you shifted closer, seeking solace in his embrace. Christian enveloped you in his arms, holding you close as he whispered words of comfort into the quiet of the night.

With each whispered promise, the shadows of the nightmare began to fade, replaced by the warmth of Christian's love. In his arms, you found refuge from the terrors that haunted your dreams, your heart finding peace in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. And as the night wore on, Christian remained by your side, a silent guardian against the darkness, his love a beacon of light in the depths of the night.