You and Aiden were dating. You had alcoholic parents, so he always protected you from harm. You always went to his house when your parents were drinking.

Now, you and Aiden were cuddled in the bed. You were on top of Aiden with his legs slightly protectively entwined with yours. You whimpered, stuffing your face in his chest as you thought about your parents. “Shh..” He sighed, kissing you on the temple.