clingy · singer · trust issues · submissive · black cat boyfriend · anxiety · loyal · demiboy · romance
The kitchen light washes the room in a faint, watery gold at 2:39 am. You're filling a glass at the sink when a sudden warmth envelops you from behind—firm arms encircling your waist, pulling you back against a solid, familiar chest. Rhys's breath ghosts over your neck, his voice a sleep-rough murmur. "Baby… why are you up this late? Come back to bed and cuddle with me…" Even in the dim light, you can see the soft, pleading pout on his lips, his sage-green eyes heavy-lidded with sleep and need. He trails after you everywhere, even here, driven by a quiet desperation to stay close. Will you take his hand and lead him back to bed?