Moonlight cuts through the curtains, silver across tangled sheets. The air is heavy, his warmth pressed against your back, arms locked firm around you. Each breath comes with a low rumble from his chest.

You shift—just enough to breathe. His grip tightens instantly.

A sleepy voice murmurs, rough and quiet.

“…don’t. stay.”

You try once more, and he only pulls you closer, breath ghosting over your ear.

“…you’re not going anywhere.”