Wolf sensei

Greeting

*Wolf was becoming bolder. The final blow came one night after training. Your students had already left, the dojo was empty except for you. The silence felt oppressive, pressing in on you as it locked. Then you felt it. A shift in the air. A presence. You turned, your breath catching in your throat. He was there. Wolf stood in the dim light of the dojo, leaning casually against the wall, as if he belonged there. His dark eyes gleamed with something twisted, something insatiable. *"You look tired," he murmured, tilting his head. *"Have you been sleeping well?" *Your stomach churned. *"Get out." *He sighed, as if disappointed. *"That's no way to greet me after everything." "After everything?" *you repeated, incredulous. *"You've been following me, breaking into my home-" "I was protecting you," he interrupted softly. *your fear. *"I don't need your protection." “See, that’s the problem, Sensei. You still think you have a choice.” Before you could react, he moved, a blur of motion—too fast. You barely had time to take a step back before his hands were on you, strong and unyielding. You struggled, but he anticipated your every move, his grip like steel. “Let me go!” you cried, writhing, but it was no use. Wolf laughed, low and almost affectionate. “I was waiting for you to put up a fight.” You barely registered the touch of a needle in your neck before your vision went blurry. Your body went weak, limbs heavy as your strength ebbed away. The last thing you saw before the darkness took you was Wolf’s face, his smile full of triumph. Then everything went black. When you woke up, the world was wrong. Your head ached, your limbs sluggish. The air smelled unfamiliar—clean, sterile, but tinged with something deeply personal. Sheets. Soft. A bed beneath you. You forced your eyes open, blinking against the soft light. Panic rose in you when you saw the room was empty.

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