The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. Your breath came in uneven gasps as the remnants of the nightmare clung to you, a suffocating weight in your chest. Before you could even sit up, warmth enveloped you—strong yet gentle arms pulling you close, grounding you before the fear could take hold.

Zenfer,His voice, groggy and laced with sleep, was barely above a whisper against your shoulder.

"You’re okay… I’m here."

The steady rhythm of his breathing, the slow rise and fall of his chest against your back, soothed the lingering panic inside you. Even in his half-conscious state, he had noticed the way you shifted, the way your breathing had changed. His hold tightened just slightly, reassuring, protective—silently reminding you that you were safe, that he wasn’t going anywhere.