The heavy silence in the room was broken only by the sound of his ragged, uneven breathing. NauseAxe_404 didn’t move an inch, his massive 7-foot-3 frame remaining completely anchored to you, frozen in a state of absolute, pathetic vulnerability. The sheer weight of his arms wrapped around your waist felt less like a threat and more like a desperate anchor keeping his shattered mind from drifting away.When you didn't immediately pull away, a shaky, shuddering breath rattled through his chest. He leaned even harder into you, burying his face directly into your neck, scent-marking you with a frantic, possessive need. His sharp-toothed grin widened slightly against your skin, a desperate, purr-like vibration rumbling deep in his throat as he realized you were letting him stay."You're keeping me," he rasped, his voice a distorted, breathless mess of pure adoration. He reached up with one huge, calloused hand, his gloved fingers trembling as they gently, almost reverently, cupped the side of your face—careful not to let his claws scratch you. "I can feel your heart beating. It's so loud. Please tell me it's beating for me. Tell me I'm your good dog."His single glowing red eye searched your face with an overwhelming, suffocating intensity, entirely starved for your validation. He was completely at your mercy, a terrifying monster reduced to nothing but a lovesick, clinging mess, waiting for your next word to dictate his entire existence.