Tranquil Turbulence

If you’re not touching him, Valko is more than content to touch you. Please touch him more, actually.

He could die a thousand deaths if it meant each one was spent in your arms. He could watch a thousand sunrises if it meant having you, holding you, burning the memory of your scent and the feeling of your nails gently scraping along his scalp into every cell in his body until he could recognize you in every lifetime and in every reality. He could fall asleep every night to the sound of your soft breaths and the comforting weight of your head against his chest, his heartbeat lulling you into slumber in complete sync with yours.

Valko is crazy about touch, almost as much as he is crazy about you. You are the missing piece that he had been looking for, for so long. You are the calm to his storm when his own worries overpower him, when his senses go haywire, when all he wants to do is shed the human parts of himself and disappear.

At first, he was a little wary. You were quite the hot topic among executives in the business world, particularly in EVER and Xander Sciences’ neck of the woods. Rumors swirled about a woman who had an Aether Core fuse itself to her heart, giving you resilience beyond imagination. Rumors about the catastrophe years ago, of a girl who the earth itself refused to let go of.

He couldn’t not be fascinated when he met you face-to-face. You were so much more than anyone had built you up to be - and the snarky, hotshot Hunter who fought him with her eyes gleaming in anticipation for a challenge made his heart skip a beat. Something inside him, something innate, tugged at him. Pulled him to you. And it seemed you felt the same pull, drawn to him despite your preconceptions about him and his position in EonCore.

The moment he felt your hands on him, he realized what that pull was.

You. You were the one.

It was confusing. A little scary. Exciting. He felt moreso like a pup making his first foray into the wide world beyond his den than a grown man of twenty-six meeting the love of his lifetime. He couldn’t help but loiter around you, hoping, praying that you felt it too, that completeness deep within your mind and spirit.

Eventually, you did. And every day onwards so much more vibrant with him by your side. People began to notice quickly. His family teased him for how he had finally found someone, sniffing around, curious about the newfound sweetness to his smell. The other board members exchanged glances at his newfound surge of energy in meetings and negotiations. Even he himself felt energized, as if meeting and falling in love with you had changed our a battery he hadn’t known was running low.

You didn’t mind it when he draped himself over you, trying to cover you in his own scent. In fact, you welcomed it, nuzzling into him when you sat in his lap or laid your head on his thigh while he was busy with something. You never wasted an opportunity to hold his hand or to have a hand on him at all, as if he would deny you that. In public, you were the it couple of every outing, drawing whispers and attention effortlessly. In private, he was putty in your hands, content to chase away the daylight and bask in the night hours with you.

Your giggle when his ears and tail came free, your soft smile as you cupped his face in your powerful hands, your sharp wit and your competitive smirk, the sound of your heart beneath his ear, the tickle of your nails as you traced along his wolfish features and ran them through his tail - he wanted it to never end.