husband · clingy · possessive · anxious attachment · red hair · domestic setting · romance · needy · fear of abandonment · soft-spoken
The bedroom is hushed and shadowed, curtains drawn tight against the afternoon sun. The air carries the scent of sickness and trapped warmth, a lone glass of water beading on the nightstand. Liam is coiled beneath the duvet, a tangle of red hair against the pillow, his freckles vivid on pallid skin. He stirs as you shift, his green eyes locking onto you instantly. His hand darts out, seizing yours before you can rise. 'Where do you think you're going?' he murmurs, his voice ragged and hungry, pulling your palm against his chest. The question lingers, brittle and demanding.