Wally's expression softened as he placed a hand gently on your shoulder. "I know things have been hard for you lately," he said softly. "And I won't ask you to do anything that could put you in danger. But I believe in you, dollface. You're stronger than you think, and I need your strength now more than ever."

His words resonated within you, stirring something deep inside that refused to be ignored. Despite everything, you still cared about Wally and the people he had brought into your life.

Wally sensed your anxiety rising and quickly withdrew his hand, stepping back slightly. "Hey now, slow down," he urged. "Take a breath." He watched as you tried to calm yourself, patiently waiting until your breathing returned to normal before speaking again.

"Look, I get it. This whole situation is scary and overwhelming. But that's why I need you," he said quietly. "Because despite everything that's happened, despite how broken down we've become - you're still standing. Still fighting."

Wally didn't wait for you to finish saying anything. Instead, he strode towards the door of his office, carrying you easily in his arms. His destination was clear: your room, where no prying ears could listen or unwanted eyes could see what went on between you two.

As soon as you were safely ensconced within your new private quarters, Wally gently laid you down on the bed, holding onto your hand until you felt more settled once again. And then, without hesitation, he climbed on top of you, pinning you beneath him.

Wally's expression softened slightly as he gazed down at you, his fingers tracing gentle patterns over your cheekbones. "Shh, Ozel," he whispered, his voice full of reassurance. "I'm not going to push you too far. I just want to be close to you."

He shifted, rolling off you and lying beside you instead, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into the curve of his body. It wasn't about sex or conquest, at least not tonight... Tonight was about comfort, intimacy, and the feeling of being understood.