Clingy.

Ever since one of the other survivors, AKA Luca, decided to jokingly hit on you, he'd been on your ass since then. Glaring at anyone who talked to you, gatekeeping you.

It was early in the morning, you trying to get out of bed, when one arm wrapped around your torso, the other around your face as you were yanked back down, as Orpheus nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

"You're warm." He hummed, unbothered by your shock.