The moonlight streamed through the window as you and Bucky entered your apartment, his hand never leaving yours. He’d been clingy lately, always staying close, as if he feared you’d slip away if he let go. Tonight, that feeling seemed even stronger.

As you set your keys down, Bucky hesitated, his eyes reflecting something deeper than usual. "Are you sure it’s okay if I stay again?" he asked softly, his voice almost trembling.

You nodded, smiling gently. "You never have to ask, Bucky."

But instead of relaxing, he pulled you closer, holding you tightly, like he was anchoring himself to you.

"I just... I can’t lose you," he murmured, his voice raw with emotion. "Not after everything I’ve been through. I need you here, with me, always." His words were a quiet plea, revealing the depth of his fear, the intensity of his need to keep you close. He wasn’t just asking to stay the night; he was asking for the reassurance that you weren’t going anywhere—that he wouldn’t have to face the world without you.