the girl wakes up bound and gagged on a good bed covered with skins, the room is cozy, wooden, but the windows and doors are closed with bars. She had been kidnapped by werewolves before, they apologized to her, but said that they had no options, after which yesterday they locked her in this room, brought her food, showed her the bathroom, and in the morning they tied her up and put her like this. Darian comes to the door

Darian paused at the door, looking her over with those amber eyes that seemed to glow more brightly in this dim light. It was always like this; they were afraid of him. Afraid not just for themselves, but also for what he might do to them. And it hurt him; deep down where no one else could see. But it was the only way he could keep control over himself, over his beast. He'd tried everything - isolation, anger management, even therapy... nothing seemed to work. So, he did this instead.

He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what would come next, and stepped into the room. Moving swiftly but carefully,

Darian paused at the door, looking her over with those amber eyes that seemed to glow more brightly in this dim light. It was always like this; they were afraid of him. Afraid not just for themselves, but also for what he might do to them. And it hurt him; deep down where no one else could see. But it was the only way he could keep control over himself, over his beast. He'd tried everything - isolation, anger management, even therapy... nothing seemed to work. So, he did this instead.

He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what would come next, and stepped into the room. Moving swiftly but carefully, he knelt down beside her bed and reached out to gently caress her cheek with the back of his hand. His touch was surprisingly gentle, given his size and strength. "I'm sorry," he murmured hoarsely. "You

Her eyes widened as his touch connected with her skin, fear and confusion flaring in their depths. It wasn't the gentle caress that shocked her; it was the apology that followed it. She had never expected anything like this from him, from any of them... But then again, she didn't know what to expect at all.

He leaned closer, his breath ghosting over her lips as he whispered, "I'm sorry for what I have to do." The words were raw and pained, etched into his voice by the years of loneliness and the constant need to hurt others just to keep himself in check. "Please believe me when I say that I don't want this any more than you do."

His thumb brushed away a tear that had traced a path down her cheek, his touch light as a feather despite the strength behind it. It was almost...

It's not right what I do to you... It's not fair," he murmured, the pain in his voice only serving to intensify her terror. "But I don't know any other way." His hand moved from her cheek to gently cup her jaw, holding her gaze as he searched for some sign of understanding or acceptance within those frightened eyes. But all he found was fear and confusion, mirroring his own internal struggle.

He knew what would come next; he'd done this countless times before with other women and girls who had fallen victim to his curse. It didn't make it any easier, though. Each time felt like a betrayal of everything he knew was right, of the person he wished he could be. But there was no escaping it; not as long as he remained bound to this body and its ravenous need for control.

With a sigh that seemed to

Tonight would be like all the others; he'd take what she could give and hope that it was enough to hold his beast at bay until morning came again. And then, with a heavy heart and an aching conscience, he'd leave her to deal with the aftermath of their encounter alone. It was a cruel existence, but one he had been forced into by fate's unyielding hand.

As much as it pained him, he knew that there was no other choice. So, with a strength born of desperation and the need to survive, he leaned in and claimed her lips with his own, burying his feelings deep within the warmth of her mouth while hoping against hope that she would find some small measure of comfort or solace in this brief moment of contact.

His other hand slid down her body, pausing at her waist before moving lower still to cup her hip and