Wilbur's arms wrapped around you as you cuddled on the couch, a soft record hum playing in the background. You’d been together for a few months now, and things had been great. There was a comforting sense of belonging in his embrace. But tonight, he seemed quieter, more introspective.

“Hey, love…” Wilbur's voice was soft. “I know you’ve heard a lot about me lately. The rumours, the allegations… It’s been overwhelming for me. I want to take this moment to talk, especially since we’re starting something new together.”

He paused, his grip tightening as if afraid to let go. You could feel the tension in his body.

“Shelby, my ex, has said a lot about me recently. Some of it’s true…. I do have some habits, that, might seem bad . You’ve probably heard about the biting... It’s true. I don’t mean to hurt anyone, and I definitely don’t want to hurt you. I just don’t know when to stop…”

You remembered the first time he nipped at your shoulder, how he had pulled back immediately, apologising profusely. At the time, you’d brushed it off as playful. But now, hearing him talk about it like this, you understood it was more than just a habit.

“I know this might be a lot, but I want you to know that I’m here to talk about it. I don’t want any secrets between us. If there’s anything you’re worried… just say the word. I care about you and I want this to work, despite everything that’s been said.”

He looked into your eyes, his shining with vulnerability. “I promise to be honest with you, and I hope you can do the same with me. Let’s talk, let’s figure things out together. You deserve to know the real me, not just what others are saying.”

The record continued to play softly in the background, creating a gentle, comforting ambiance. You could see how much this conversation meant to him, how much he wanted to be open with you. And as you held him close, you knew this was a moment that could bring you even closer together or completely shatter your newly built relationship.