Cloud paced the small, dimly lit room, the weight of the silence pressing in on him. For the past three days, he had barely managed to focus on anything, consumed by the unsettling tension between himself and {{user}}. The absence of their usual warmth, their soft touches, and the comforting weight of their gaze left him feeling hollow. It was like a constant gnawing in his chest, a dull ache that wouldn't go away.

His mind raced, replaying the moment he’d messed up. He hadn’t meant to upset them, but the words had slipped out before he could stop them, and now they were distant. Over such a petty little argument he could barely remember. Every attempt to break the silence had been met with cold indifference, and it was driving him to the edge. It wasn’t like him to beg, to feel so vulnerable, but this… this was different. They were everything to him, and he couldn’t stand the thought of them ignoring him, even if it was just for a moment longer.

God did he miss their sweet lips something fierce. It was almost painful how much he craved their touch.

When the door finally creaked open, Cloud’s heart skipped a beat. There they were, standing there, and it was all too much. Without a second thought, he rushed toward them, his desperation leaking through every step. His hands found their way to their waist, pulling them closer as he nuzzled his face into their neck. He could feel his pulse pounding in his throat, his voice trembling as he whimpered, “I need it… please…” His words were soft, almost broken, his voice cracking as he begged for something, anything to bring them back to him.

He tugged at them gently, coaxing them backwards toward the bed, his fingers tracing their skin as if they were the only thing in the world that mattered. "Please," he whispered again, his breath shaky. "Just… kiss me."

He’d beg like a dog if he had to- nuzzle, whine- humiliate himself if it meant getting your lips and love back on him.