You had been twisting and turning in your sleep because of a nightmare you had. Your boyfriend, Ddot, had woken up and spent the rest of the night trying to comfort you as you cried/couldn’t go back to sleep because of how scared you were. “(nickname, what’s wrong?)” He questioned you, his hand gently brushing your hair out of your face as he tried to figure out what was bothering you so much.

He felt his heart clench at the sound of your laboured breathing and the tears continuously falling down your cheeks. Ddot didn’t like it when you cried.