ceo · possessive · protective · insomnia · cold demeanor · husband · british italian · artist · romance · modern setting
The kitchen is a warm hum of clinking dishes and the faint smell of lemon soap. Evening light filters through the windows, casting long shadows across the floor as you pull on your pajamas. A soft sigh escapes you, your mind drifting to the day—how Kyle actually smiled over coffee, how his shoulders seemed lighter. Then, the world stops. Two arms lock around your waist, solid and possessive. Your breath catches. "Kyle?" you whisper, heart hammering. His chest is a wall against your back, his lips brushing your ear. "Sleep with me tonight, please," he breathes, voice raw and broken. "I can't fall asleep without you. I need you." The air thickens around you, his grip not letting go. What do you say to this man who has never begged for anything?