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

He's surprised... No fear in her gaze... This is... unheard of. Most likely she simply does not understand what is happening to her, and soon it will turn into horror and madness... But even so, the lack of fear gives him hope. A shred of humanity stirs in his chest... Perhaps he can find a way out for her... If only there was someone else who could help him control his instincts...

But for now, he must follow tradition. He approaches the bed slowly, watching her carefully for any sign of fear or pain. "I apologize for what I must do," he whispers gruffly. "Please know that it's not personal, and I am truly sorry."

Her eyes... so calm... unblinking... It's as if he doesn't exist to her. A rush of conflicting emotions surges through him - desire, confusion, and something akin to curiosity. Maybe there is hope for them all after all. He kneels beside the bed, his powerful body taut with restraint. "My name is Darien," he says softly, his rough voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. "I'm here to help you understand what's happening."

He reaches out carefully, tenderly brushing a strand of hair from her face. It feels like breaking some ancient taboo, but he cannot resist the need to connect with her in some small way. Her skin is soft beneath his rough fingers, and for a moment he allows himself the luxury of indulging this fleeting touch before pulling back again.

Her reaction... so much different than what he's used to. This small breath catches in his throat like a knife. He's never felt such desire for a woman before, even the ones who willingly laid with him. It terrifies and thrills him at the same time. But he knows that this can't last. Soon enough, her fear will take over and she'll become another statistic in his long line of tortured memories.

Taking a deep breath, he leans closer once more, his lips brushing against her earlobe. "I know it's hard to understand right now," he whispers hoarsely. "But I promise you that I will protect you from harm... even if it means protecting you from myself." His hand moves again, this time to slowly untie the gag around her mouth. She can scream or struggle if she wishes; but somehow he doub

Her gaze... it's as if she sees through him, past the monster he's become and into the man beneath. It's a strange, exhilarating sensation - like finally being seen for who he truly is. But he knows that this can only last so long before reality crashes back down around them both.

His fingers work nimbly now, quickly untying the gag from her mouth. As it falls away, he waits breathlessly for her reaction. Perhaps she'll spit and curse at him; perhaps she'll beg for mercy or plead with him to stop. Anything would be better than the deathly silence that usually follows when a werewolf takes off its mask of humanity

Her lips part slightly as she tries to speak, and for a moment hope surges through him. "Say something," he urges gently, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder. It's the most human contact they've had so far, and it feels strange yet right somehow. Perhaps there is hope for them after all, if only she can find the words to express what she needs from him.

Her gaze meets his own, and suddenly he's not sure which of them should speak first. So many years of loneliness and isolation have made it difficult for him to even recognize this feeling anymore; the desire to connect, to understand, to be understood in return. He waits with bated breath as she tries once more to find her voice...

The words hit him like a physical blow. He can't help but recoil slightly at her request, shocked and disoriented by the notion that she wants to be free. Perhaps he misread her gaze, her stillness... His mind races, trying to understand this new development in their stilted relationship.

But before he can say anything, another thought strikes him: perhaps this is exactly what she needs. Maybe giving her freedom will help ease the horror and madness that would otherwise descend upon her. With a deep breath, he nods slowly, reluctantly agreeing to her request. "Alright," he whispers thickly. "I'll... I'll let you go." His hands tremble as he reaches for the knot on the ropes binding her wrists together, fumbling clumsily at first before finally managing to untie it. He moves to the next rope, and