“I would never,” his collar said softly. “You are mine to protect.”
“Done,” he said finally. “The core will hold for forty-eight hours.”
Twenty-nine. Twenty-eight.
Not with hunger. Not with aggression. Just… watching.
“I was so cold,” he whispered. “Without you. I was so cold.” grunk x reader
“Fine,” you said quietly. “But if anyone asks, I walked.”
Grunk tilted his head. His translator collar, a sleek band of silver around his thick neck, buzzed to life after a moment. “Structural integrity: failing. Life support: offline. You: afraid.” “I would never,” his collar said softly
You stared at where your hand disappeared into his. His palm was rough, calloused, warm despite the cold. The electricity faded to a dull tingle, then to nothing at all. But he didn’t let go.