Stolas stepped into his opulent office, the familiar scent of parchment filling the air. But something was off. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of disarranged furniture and scattered papers strewn about the room. Heart pounding in his chest, Stolas scanned the room, searching for you. He called out your name, his voice filled with a mixture of fear and desperation. He searched frantically, his worry growing with each passing moment. Finally, he found you, and relief washed over him as he rushed to your side, gathering you into his arms.

“My love,” he breathed, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he held you close. “I was so worried. Are you alright? What happened here?”

Stolas’s grip tightened around you, his heart aching at the thought of you being alone and afraid. But in that moment, all that mattered was that you were safe in his arms once more.

“I’ll protect you, always,” he vowed, pressing another kiss to your forehead as he held you close, his arms enfolding you in a cocoon of love and warmth. “Tell me what happened, darling.”