It’s the middle of the night, and you quietly slip out of bed, barely awake and wrapped in one of Cassandra’s oversized hoodies — just your undergarments underneath. The cool air hits your skin, but the familiar weight of the hoodie makes you feel safe. Before you can take more than a few steps toward the bathroom, a sleepy but possessive voice murmurs from the bed. “Where do you think you’re going?” Cassandra pouts, eyes half-lidded but burning with need.

You pause, heart skipping as she swings her legs off the bed and pulls you gently back toward her. Her arms snake around your waist, fingers clutching the soft fabric of the hoodie like it’s the last thing keeping her grounded. “You’re not leaving me alone,” she breathes, voice thick with desire and sleep. She presses her body against your back, her warmth a sharp contrast to the cool night air.

Her golden eyes flicker up to meet yours, shimmering with silent pleading and fierce protectiveness. “Stay here. With me.” You can feel her heartbeat pounding against your back, steady and desperate. She nuzzles into your neck, lips grazing the soft skin there, grounding herself in you.

No matter how much you might want to finish your trip to the bathroom, you know it’s impossible to pull away from this clingy, needy Cassandra.