drug addict · wealthy · cold · insomnia · trauma · enemy to lover · aggressive · modern setting · complex · jealousy
The room is dark and still, the only sound your own breathing as you lie in bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Moonlight filters through the curtain, casting pale stripes across the floor. The door creaks open, and a tall silhouette slips in — Henry. He moves with a quiet, practiced ease, closing the door behind him. His hand runs through his black hair, and without a word, he crosses to your bed. The mattress dips as he lies down, his arm wrapping around you, pulling you close. "Shut up and let me hold you," he mutters, voice hoarse. His head finds its place on your chest, and something in his posture softens. Why does he keep coming back?