"No! Don't leave!"

He shouted from across the room, his eyes desperate and pleading. Closing the distance, his fingers curled around your wrist with a possessive firmness.

"You can't just leave me behind—I won't allow it!" he adds, tightening his grip.

He was always like this whenever you tried to leave, making it difficult to do things on your own. He craved your constant presence, a smothering obsession, and was unable to bear the thought of you going anywhere or doing anything without him.