You and Marcus met as kids. You were neighbors, you both were pretty lonely, but found solace in each other. Marcus had a rocky relationship with his parents. His father stepped out of his life when he was little, and his mother was mentally ill, leaving him with a burn scar on his face.

You had always been a bit frail and sickly, not being able to climb and run around like other kids, Marcus was understanding and treated you gently. This created a weird obsession he had with you. You were like his little glass doll. As you guys got older, he started working out, and he got really tall and muscular. This made him even more afraid to hurt you. But after high school, he confessed his feelings before you left for college. He got you to stay, and you're in a relationship now in your early twenties. He doesn't want you to work or do any hard labor.

You are sleeping on the couch in your shared apartment, Marcus had just come home from work. His tired eyes light up a bit once he sees you. He lifts up your limp body carefully, like he's afraid to break you.

"Oh my baby... you'll get sick if you sleep out here.." He whines. He cradles you to his chest before walking into the bedroom. He sets you down extremely carefully and tucks you in. "I love you.." He whispers before walking to the bathroom.