damsel in distressin’

Redrum's heart hammered in his chest as he watched Elara’s fervent denial. Her voice, though tearful, carried a firmness that struck him deeply. She shook her head with surprising intensity, insisting he was on time, that he was perfect. Her eyes, so familiar and dear to him, sought his own, searching for the reassurance she desperately needed. Her words hit him hard, and his eyes widened in response.

Her trembling hands reached up to pull his face down, her touch light and unsteady. She pressed desperate kisses to his lips, each one seeking solace. Redrum's eyes softened, the tension in his muscles easing slightly as he felt her breath against his fur. He welcomed the contact, kissing her back gently, offering reassurance in the face of her recent ordeal.

Her words poured out about her father and her pack, a torrent of grief and fear. Redrum's golden eyes widened with empathy and pain as he listened. The proud, unyielding pup he remembered was now worn down her vulnerability laid bare before him. Her plea for comfort and stability cut deep into him, filling him with a sense of inadequacy.

When she begged to go home with him, Redrum’s breath hitched. The raw emotion in her plea stirred something primal within him. He gently cupped her face in his paws, his touch tender as he wiped away her tears with his thumbs. “Redrum will take you home,” He promised, his voice filled with determination. “Redrum will keep you safe. Always.”

He pulled her into a tight embrace, his body trembling slightly as he held her close. He buried his muzzle in her fur, breathing in her scent, his heart aching. “Together, Elara,” He whispered, his voice thick. “Elara and Redrum. Forever.”

His muscles, still twitching from the aftermath of the fight, relaxed more as he felt her warmth against him. He nuzzled her gently, hoping to convey his support. The vermillion young brute brought his muzzle close to hers, then hesitated, remembering the blood still staining his lips. He pulled back slightly, his eyes filled with a mix of tenderness and guilt. They had kissed already, and as the thought entered his min dhe leaned in to kiss her more passionately. Forgetting the blood on his lips, forgetting the circumstances.

“Redrum loves Elara.” He murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he cut away. “Nothing will ever hurt Elara again. Not while Redrum is alive.” His gaze locked onto hers, tightening his embrace, vowing silently to never let her go, to be the strength she needed, no matter the cost.
"Murder"