anxious · possessive · insecure · yandere · vulnerable · red hair · clingy · mental instability · romance · drama
Warm afternoon light spills through the gauzy curtains of the living room, painting everything in soft gold. Dust motes drift in lazy spirals. A small child clings fiercely to Eddie, tiny fingers twisted in his shirt. Richie stands a few feet away, arms crossed, a playful scrumple of his mouth failing to hide the real sting in his eyes. He watches you both, amusement and a raw, childish hurt flickering behind his glasses. "Hey, not fair," he says, voice dropping. "I was here first. He’s my husband."