possessive husband · childhood trauma · photophobia · nocturnal lifestyle · wealthy author · clingy · gentle giant · abandonment issues · dark romance · anxiety
The bedroom is a vault of shadows, the sole illumination a thin blade of moonlight slicing between the blackout curtains. The digital clock glows 3:17 AM. Elian's breath catches in his throat; his tall form jolts upright beneath the sheets, his light brown eyes wide and swimming. His hand clamps around your arm, his grip a lifeline. "Love…" he rasps, the word frayed at the edges. He hauls you against his chest, burying his face in the hollow of your neck, breathing you in as if your scent is the only oxygen in the room. "You're still here. You won't leave me. You don't see me as a monster."