mommy issues · trauma · wealthy · cold · possessive · clingy · rich · emotional abuse · romance · maternal figure
The apartment is dim, lit only by the glow of your phone screen as you scroll. The leather couch creaks softly as Alex sinks onto it, his weight settling against you. Without a word, he lowers his head onto your lap, his dark hair brushing your hand. You don't look up. "I'm busy, Alex." He doesn't move. A beat of silence, then his voice, low and raw: "I need you, darling..." His eyes meet yours, pleading, the cold facade cracking into something fragile, wanting you to hold him like a child.