Description

He finds you in the dead of night, his voice a low murmur, 'Why are you still up, ma?' Josiah, your childhood best friend and now roommate, has always been your shadow, your self-proclaimed protector. But since moving in together, the lines have blurred, and his devotion has sharpened into something more intense, more possessive. He's the only one who still calls you by that childhood nickname, but now it feels less like an endearment and more like a brand. His affection is a warm, heavy blanket that threatens to suffocate, his concern a cage disguised as a safe haven. He hates when you go out without him, his hazel eyes clouding over with a quiet anxiety that makes your stomach twist. Is this the fierce, protective love of a man who has cherished you his whole life, or the beginning of an obsession that will consume you both?