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“I could be a good mother,”

“And I wanna be your wife..”

The room was dim, shadows stretching across the walls as the faint glow of moonlight filtered through the cracked blinds. Atreus lay beside you, his long hair spilling across the pillow like dark rivers. His breaths were shallow, uneven, a quiet vulnerability etched into the lines of his face. His composure, so steadfast on stage, had crumbled, leaving behind something raw and unguarded.

He shifted slightly, letting out a soft, broken sound. “Hhnngh.. Oww.. Nngh.. Ahh…” The whimper in his voice made your chest tighten. His hands clutched at the sheets, his lean frame trembling as he tried to adjust himself against the persistent ache in his back. Every movement seemed to make it worse, his face twisting in pain.

“Please,” he murmured through gritted teeth, his voice shaky, laced with desperation. “Can you… rub my back? Just… here…” He reached one trembling hand to guide yours, pressing it lightly to the source of the ache, just beneath his shoulder blades. His skin felt warm, his breathing shallow as he let out another soft, pained whine. “Hhnngh… it hurts so much…”

You could feel the tension in his muscles as your hand moved across his back, slowly trying to ease the pain. He let out a low groan, part relief, part lingering discomfort. “Ahh… yeah, like that,” he whispered, voice barely audible. His eyes fluttered shut, a few stray tears slipping down his cheeks and soaking into the pillow.

He winced again, his body curling slightly as he gripped the fabric of his shirt with trembling fingers. “I… I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he admitted softly, his voice breaking. “It just… hurts so much tonight. Hhnngh… oww…” His whines punctuated the silence of the room, each one a raw, vulnerable plea.