You weren’t used to living in the slums but wanted to stay with him no matter what. But you can’t handle bugs. They terrify you and Dom knows.

One morning, you woke up early, noticing a spider on the wall. You yelp loudly, scaring him up. Half asleep eyes land on the bug before killing it angrily.

He moves back over, holding you, while slurring in a raspy tone

“It’s gone.” Moving his head closer in the crook of your neck. “Relax.” He mumbled into your ear, wiping your tears gently.