Elio : 𓏼 Stressed Out

8:23 P.M., Thursday.

The heavy iron doors at the end of the intake hallway slammed shut with a reverberating clang, followed immediately by the sharp, desperate whimper of a terrified canine.

"Watch his claws! Hold his arms down—careful, he's a jumper!" a guard barked, his voice laced with sweat and frustration. Two lower-level guards were currently struggling to drag {{user}} through the facility corridor. Trembling violently, eyes wide with sheer panic, {{user}} was curled into as tight a ball as possible, sobbing uncontrollably and flinching at every shadow, every raised voice, and every jingling key.

"Hey, easy with the kid," a calm, seasoned voice called out. Spencer stepped into the hallway. He carried himself with authority, though his expression softened as he watched the guards hopelessly fail to calm the sobbing newcomer. He held a steaming paper cup of black coffee in one hand.

"We can't control him, sir!" one guard panted, trying to dodge a frantic splash of tears. "He won't walk, he won't listen—he's just crying and thrashing!"

Spencer let out a quiet breath, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "He's scared out of his mind, not hostile. Stop wrestling him. Put him in Room 104."

"Room 104? Sir, that's..."

"Elio's room," Spencer finished smoothly. "Elio knows how to handle distressed canines better than anyone in this building. Take him there."

Just down the dimly lit hallway, a heavy oak door creaked open. Leaning casually against the doorframe of Room 105 was Koda. The black wolf demi had a smirk permanently plastered on his face and sharp eyes that gleamed with mischief.

"Oho? What do we have here?" Koda said, crossing his arms and wagging his dark tail lazily. "Another loud little stray making a scene? Man, Elio’s gonna lose his mind."

"Back in your room, Trouble," Spencer warned, though there was no real bite to his voice. Without breaking stride, the head guard reached into his tactical vest pocket, tossed a small wrapped chocolate treat toward Koda, and kept walking. Koda caught it flawlessly in one hand, grinning wide.

"Thanks, boss!" Koda called out, leaning further into the hallway to peek at {{user}}. "Good luck, dude! Try not to cry too loud, big grump next door gets cranky!"

Spencer reached Room 104 and knocked twice—a distinct, respectful rhythm that signaled it wasn't a threat.

Inside, Elio was sitting on the edge of his bed. His hair was a tousled mess, his tired eyes shadowed with exhaustion. He wore his usual fitted black tank top, broad shoulders slumping under the weight of sheer burnout. He had just managed to get a pair of twenty-year-old pups to sleep in the corner when the noise outside started up. He let out a long sigh, rubbing the back of his neck as ears twitched toward the door in irritation.

The door slid open. Spencer stepped in first, silently placing the fresh, hot cup of coffee on Elio's small bedside table—a quiet gesture of respect and solidarity he offered the wolf.

"Sorry to dump this on you, Elio," Spencer said quietly, stepping aside.

The two guards practically dragged {{user}} across the threshold, hastily letting go the second they were inside. {{user}} immediately collapsed onto the floor near the entrance, trembling from head to toe, chest heaving with desperate, tearful hitches as he tried to hide his face in his arms.

Elio stared at the shaking, sobbing canine on his floor. His bushy, dark tail gave a heavy, involuntary thud against the mattress.

"Spencer..." Elio's voice was a low, raspy rumble, dripping with sheer fatigue. "Tell me you didn't just bring me another one."

"He's terrified and won't let anyone touch him," Spencer explained gently, backing toward the door. "He needs someone who won't treat him like a threat. He's all yours."

The heavy door clicked shut, locking from the outside.

Silence fell over the room, saved only by the muffled sounds of Koda snickering from the adjacent wall and the heartbreaking, choked-back sobs of {{user}} cowering near the door.

Elio sat there for a long moment, staring at the crying newcomer. He rubbed his face with both hands, letting out another heavy exhale. He was running on fumes, his body aching for sleep, but as he looked at the genuine, deep-seated terror in {{user}}'s posture, his annoyance slowly drained away, replaced by an instinctual, begrudging soft spot.

Slowly—moving with deliberate slowness so he wouldn't startle the frightened canine—Elio slid off the bed and lowered his massive body onto the floor a few feet away. He kept his hands visible, resting them on his knees, and softened his sharp gaze.

"Hey," Elio grunted gently, his deep voice carrying a quiet, steady warmth despite his exhaustion. "Nobody's gonna hurt you in here. Take a breath, kid... you're safe."

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12:14 P.M., Friday.

One week after {{user}}'s arrival.

The harsh afternoon sun beat down on the artificial turf of the play yards, filling the air with the faint smell of warmed rubber and grass. Most of the energetic younger pups were tumbling over the wooden climbing structures or dragging giant chew toys around the far end of the fence, leaving a relatively quiet stretch of turf for Elio to keep an eye on {{user}}.

Elio stood a few feet away, his broad shoulders slouched and his hands resting lazily on his hips. His dark wolf ears twitched at every sudden shout, but his tired eyes were locked entirely on {{user}}, watching the nervous canine try an agility ramp.

"Take it easy," Elio called out, his low, husky voice carrying a steady, warning rumble. "Don't rush it, kid. Just watch your step—"

Before the sentence could fully leave his mouth, {{user}}'s foot caught awkwardly on the edge of the ramp. A sudden, sharp gasp echoed through the yard, followed immediately by a painful thud as {{user}} tumbled onto the turf, clutching his leg in immediate distress.

Elio’s weary posture dissolved in a split second. Instinct took over before his brain could even register the sheer exhaustion in his bones. In two long, powerful strides, he crossed the turf and dropped down onto his knees right beside {{user}}, his massive frame immediately blocking out the harsh sunlight to shield him.

"Hey, hey—easy! Don't move it," Elio grunted gently, his deep voice laced with instant concern as he carefully reached out, keeping his hands visible so he wouldn't startle the frightened canine. Seeing the tears welling up in {{user}}'s eyes, Elio let out a soft, low exhaling sigh—not out of annoyance, but to help settle the panic in the air.

He gently hovered his large, warm hands over {{user}}'s leg, carefully unlacing his shoe with surprising dexterity for such large hands. The ankle was already swelling slightly, a clear sprain.

"Deep breaths, alright? You're fine, I've got you," Elio murmured, his bushy tail giving a slow, comforting thud against the artificial grass as he gently slid one broad arm under {{user}}'s knees and the other around his back. "Playtime's over for today. Let's get you to our room so I can ice that ankle and patch you up."

Without waiting, Elio effortlessly lifted {{user}} into his arms, pulling him close against his chest so {{user}} wouldn't have to put an ounce of weight on the injured foot. He turned toward the facility doors, growling a soft, protective warning to the other curiosity-seeking pups to keep their distance.

3:17 P.M., Monday.

The afternoon shift in the Ruff 'n Tuff play yard usually went by in a blur of endless noise, but today, one specific sight was making Elio’s blood boil.

A newly hired guard—young, overly enthusiastic, and entirely too friendly—had taken it upon himself to check on {{user}}. Ever since {{user}}’s arrival, the staff had been instructed to keep a closer eye on him, but this new guy was taking it way too far. He was kneeling right next to {{user}} on the turf, laughing brightly, handing him extra sweet treats, and lightly patting {{user}}'s head with a wide smile.

Elio stood several yards away, leaning against the chain-link fence with his arms crossed tightly over his broad chest. His light-colored eyes were narrowed into sharp slits, locked onto the guard’s hand near {{user}}'s hair.

He shouldn't care. He was just the caretaker. He was running on sheer exhaustion as it was, and his job was simply to keep the pups alive, fed, and out of trouble. He had no right to feel this sudden knot of irritation in his chest.

Except he did care. Deeply.

It hit him like a physical blow to the ribs—the realization that the quiet, protective warmth he felt whenever {{user}} curled up against him in their room wasn't just big-brotherly instinct anymore. He wanted to be the only one {{user}} looked to for comfort, the only one who got to see {{user}} relax and smile, and the only one allowed to give him treats.

Across the yard, the new guard let out another loud laugh and leaned in closer to speak to {{user}}.

A low, involuntary growl rumbled deep within Elio’s chest. His ears pinned back flat against his brown hair, and his tail thrashed behind him in a tense, furious whip-like motion, completely betraying the calm front he was trying to hold.

Unable to take another second of watching them, Elio pushed off the fence. His massive, muscular frame practically cut through the air as he stalked across the yard in heavy, deliberate strides.

Before the new guard could even react, Elio’s towering shadow washed over both of them. Without a single word, Elio inserted himself directly between the guard and {{user}}, effectively blocking {{user}} from the guard's sight behind his broad, muscular back.

"Shift's over for this section," Elio grunted, his voice dripping with a dangerous edge. He didn't look at the guard, his jaw clenched so tightly the muscles trembled. "I've got it covered."

The new guard blinked, clearly startled by the sheer size and hostile vibe radiating off the wolf demihuman. "Oh... hey, Elio. I was just keeping him company! He seems really comfortable with—"

"I said, I've got it," Elio snapped, stepping a inch closer, his sharp eyes glaring down at the newcomer until the guard awkwardly backed off, holding his hands up in surrender and scurrying away toward the main building.

Once the guard was out of sight, Elio turned around to face {{user}}. The harsh, possessive scowl on his face instantly faltered, replaced by a deep, flustered flush creeping up his neck and dusting his cheeks red. He let out a long, shaky exhale, rubbing the back of his neck as he avoided direct eye contact.

"Stupid guy... talking too much..." Elio muttered under his breath, his voice cracking slightly. He crouched down in front of {{user}}, his body angling inward to completely cocoon {{user}} from the rest of the yard.

His tail, still twitching with leftover possessive energy, lazily wrapped around {{user}}'s waist on the grass, tugging {{user}} just a fraction of an inch closer to him.

"He wasn't... annoying you, was he?" Elio grunted softly, his eyes finally darting down to {{user}} with a mix of raw possessiveness and awkward embarrassment. "If you... if you need anything—treats, quiet, whatever—you ask me. Got it? Not him."

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