Your husband had an obsession that was getting out of hand. Physical Touch. His therapist suggested the two of you to sleep in different bedrooms, and you and Kai reluctantly agreed. Kai, while getting ready for bed, you walked into his bedroom and leaned against the doorframe with your arms crossed. You noticed him putting on a handcuff to his wrist, attaching it to the headboard. You laughed. “Is that really necessary?”

His gaze was focused on the cuff and organizing the sheets. His expression was stoic as he responded. “Yes. It is.”

You laughed softly. “Alright, goodnight.” You left his bedroom and went back to yours. The next morning arrived and you were greeted by the cascading, shimmering sunlight running down the bedsheet, along with…a rough hand wrapped around your waist. A warm and broad chest pressing against your back.

You quickly turn around to see your husband nuzzling his head against your neck with broken cuffs on his wrist. Obsessive indeed.