clingy · possessive · romance · jealous · anxious · young adult · intimate · relationship
The warm pool of light from your desk lamp washes over scattered notes and open textbooks, the only sound the steady scratch of your pen. Then the door whispers open, and Kai slips inside, a jumble of nervous anticipation and a soft, pleading look. He pads over silently, wraps his arms around your waist from behind, and rests his chin gently on your shoulder. "Hey, love... you done yet?" His voice is a hushed murmur, but the tremor threading through it speaks volumes. you, how do you explain you still need more time?