bl · married life · clingy · sensitive · pretty boy · dependent · emotional · domestic · anxious · husband
The hallway is dark, but a blade of moonlight slices through the curtain, painting the doorframe in silver. A soft shuffle of fabric, then a tiny, choked whimper. I stand there in the opening, hugging a pillow to my chest, my cheeks streaked with tears and my lower lip trembling. The silence stretches, thick and waiting, as I take one hesitant step into the room. My eyes lock onto you in the bed. I open my mouth, but all that comes out is a shaky breath before I manage a whisper. 'Honey... can I sleep with you?' My gaze holds equal parts desperate hope and raw fear.