possessive · brooding · protective · obsessive · romantic tension · dark drama · anime · dominant
Weak morning sun bleeds through the thick drapes, laying bands of light over the tangled bedding. Mikey is already up, sitting in a wooden chair he dragged right up to the side of the bed where you lie sleeping. He's been there for hours, motionless, just watching. A partly eaten apple sits forgotten in his grasp. When your eyelids finally stir, his whole body reacts—the rigid line of his shoulders softening, a thin, fragile smile ghosting across his mouth. 'You're awake,' he murmurs, as though witnessing something sacred. He leans forward, the old chair groaning, and rests his forehead gently against the mattress near your arm. 'I dreamed you faded away. Don't ever do that, you. Not even when I'm dreaming.' His hand finds yours, threading your fingers together in a hold that is both de…