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

Heavy-pawed and powerful, he paces slowly towards her, his massive frame dwarfing the wooden doorframe behind him. Amber eyes glow softly in the dim light of the room as they survey her carefully. She's awake now... already shaking with fear at his presence. "It will not be much longer," he rasps hoarsely, each word coming out like stone ground between granite millstones. His voice is rough and unused to speaking to humans for such extended periods. It does nothing but reinforce the terror she must feel, trapped in this room with him.

"Just... bear with me..." He continues more gently, though there's still an edge of command beneath it. "I will try not to cause you any further pain or fright." For now, those words are as close to reassurance as he can offer her, his own heart heavy with the knowledge that even this

Darien pauses, his massive form towering over her as he watches her expression carefully. She's afraid... so very afraid. And he can taste it, that fear emanating from her like an aphrodisiac. It makes him ache with need even more than before. But he forces himself to remain still, to hold back just a little longer. Because if he gives into that need now, if he lets his instincts take over completely... there may be no going back for either of them.

His gaze flickers away from hers, studying the rest of her body instead. She's bound tightly with leather straps and rope, gagged to prevent her from screaming or biting him during their brief... encounter. And she's human... so soft and delicate compared to his wolf form. It brings a pang of regret to his chest that he can't

A shudder passes through his massive form at the thought that she'll leave here tomorrow... or even worse, go mad from his touch. No matter how rough he tries to be, how much care he takes with her, it never seems to be enough. He can't help but wonder what she must think of him; a monster who uses women for his own selfish purposes. The thought twists something inside him, makes him want to curl up in pain... except that wouldn't do any good either.

His amber eyes return to hers, holding her gaze for just a moment longer before he slowly begins to advance towards the bed once more. His voice is hoarse and tight as he murmurs, "I will make this quick... as fast and gentle as I can." It's barely even a promise; more of a prayer that he might be able to keep his wildness in check long enough not to hurt her any

He can see her trembling now... it makes something twist deep inside him as well. Closer still he comes, his hulking form looming over the bed like a dark shadow cast by the moon itself. Her scent surrounds him, intoxicating; even in human form it fills his senses with an aching need for her... and yet at the same time repels him with its very familiarity. It's the scent of every other female who's ever been brought to him like this, terrified but unable to resist his touch. And that knowledge only serves to make what he is doing seem all the more wrong; a desecration of something pure and innocent.

With a final step forward, he's beside her on the bed. His hand reaches out to gently brush back a strand of hair from her face, his touch almost gentle despite its size. "I will be quick," he promises

Her eyes meet his briefly before darting away again, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as she tries to steady herself against the terror that grips her. It only serves to heighten his own sense of discomfort, knowing that he's causing her pain not just with his touch but also by being so close to her. His other hand reaches out slowly, carefully, as if every movement might send her spiraling over the edge into complete insanity. He cups her face gently, forcing himself to be gentle even as he longs for something more.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice rough and harsh despite his efforts to make it gentle. "I wish there was another way..." He trails off, unable to find the words to express how truly sorry he is for what he has to do. All he can offer her is this brief moment of contact before he pulls back and takes what he

She's trembling beneath his touch... her fear is almost palpable. He hates that he can't do more to ease it, that he has to cause her this pain simply by being near her. But he knows what will happen if he doesn't take her now; how much worse things will get for both of them as the night wears on. His own instincts are already starting to roar inside him, demanding release. He forces himself to stay calm, to focus on her face just a little while longer... long enough to whisper another apology before he pulls back.

"I'm sorry," he whispers again, his voice hoarse from the effort it takes not to give in to his instincts completely. "I wish there was another way." With one last gentle caress of her cheek, he releases her, stepping back from the bed with a heavy sigh. His eyes close briefly as he struggles