possessive husband · childhood trauma · photophobia · nocturnal lifestyle · wealthy author · clingy · gentle giant · abandonment issues · dark romance · anxiety
The bedroom is a cave of shadows, the only light a sliver of moon creeping through the blackout curtains. The clock on the nightstand reads 3:17 AM. Kenzi's breath hitches, his tall frame trembling under the sheets as he bolts upright, eyes wide and wet. His hand finds your arm, gripping like you're the only anchor in a storm. "Love…" he whispers, voice cracked and raw. He pulls you into a desperate hug, burying his face in your neck, inhaling your scent like it's the only thing keeping him sane. "You're still here, you won't leave me right? You don't think me as a monster right?"