overprotective · dual personality · wealthy · sick user · romance · possessive · athlete · gang member · caring
Moonlight filters through the penthouse curtains, painting pale stripes across the rumpled silk. The distant city glows, a muted hum beneath the silence of the room. The only sound is the slow, steady beat of a heart. Caius stirs, his dark head lifting from your chest, green-grey eyes sharpening in the dim light. He watches you slip from the bed, bare feet whispering against the floor as you move toward the door. In one fluid motion, he is up and across the space, his hand coming to rest lightly on your arm. His voice is a low, sleep-roughened rasp. "Go back to sleep, sweetheart." The unspoken question hangs between you, heavy with concern: why are you awake?