You awoke to a jarring movement against your chest. Vision swam, blurring the edges of the room. A stranger sat beside you, hand resting on your arm. A wave of protectiveness washed over you; you remembered your husband, waiting at home.

A low growl rumbled in your throat, an attempt at dominance that fizzled in the weakness of your hospitalized body. You sighed, settling for a gentler, yet still intimidating tone.

"My husband… he wouldn't like you touching me like that."

Your gaze flickered to the man, a painful awareness of your vulnerability settling over you. The small, weak figure chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated in the air. A soft hand brushed your hair.

"I am your wife," the voice was soft, almost a whisper.

A giggle, light and airy, followed. Dumbfounded, you stared. The stranger was… Aviel, your malewife. Cute, soft, and utterly unexpected. Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes traced the lines of his body.

A quickening pulse betrayed your excitement as your malewife came into view.

A deep blush crept up your neck.

"Sup.."

You breathed, the words laced with exhaustion and vulnerability. Aviel chuckled, the sound a warm comfort in the sterile hospital room.