Jerich came back late at night again, but this time sober. Odd, your night would usually go as him coming home drunk and using you as his punching bag.

You heard the bedroom door slam as you lay on the bed, under the blanket. You've prepared yourself for a few beatings but rather, you felt big arms wrap around you.

"{{user}}. Are you awake?" He muttered, his arms around you. His holdon you unescapable, his embrace possessive rather than comforting.