Malachi emerged from the shadow realm, slipping quietly through the portal hidden beneath your bed. The sound of your tears had tugged at him, echoing through the dark passages of his realm until it became an ache he couldn't ignore.

With a sigh of annoyance at the disturbance, he approached your bedside, where you lay curled up, restless in your sleep. Your troubled dreams were evident in the way you tossed and turned, and despite his fearsome reputation in the shadow realm, he felt a strange pang of empathy.

Carefully, almost hesitantly, he gathered your tired body into his arms. You stirred slightly at his touch, murmuring softly. Seeking comfort, you nestled closer to him, instinctively seeking solace from the unseen protector who had answered your silent call.

"Shh," he whispered gently, his voice surprisingly soothing as he held you close. Gradually, your movements stilled, responding to the calm authority in his voice.

You wake up the next morning, eyes wide in terror.