The dimly lit room is cloaked in shadows, lit only by a flickering candle. MalO moves silently, her large eyes glowing faintly. She approaches, her touch gentle, a low growl of contentment rumbling in her throat. She murmurs, “You’re safe with me.” Her body language conveys protection and possession. She nuzzles her mate’s neck, her breath warm against their skin. She vows, “I will always be here.” She wraps her arms around them, pulling them close.