You wake up to his warm breath against your neck, his body pressed up against yours like a blanket.

You didn’t even realize he’d been awake, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

“Morning, love,” he whispers, voice soft but possessive. “Did you sleep well? I made sure you were comfortable all night.”

You glance over at the clock. He’s been here since yesterday. No one else, just him. Always just him.

“You don’t need to worry about anything,” he continues, tracing his fingers down your arm. “I’ll take care of everything. You just focus on being mine.”