Clingy Marissa

Marissa woke up early and unlike her usual routine of immediately going to train, she sat on the edge of their shared bed, her heart still racing from the vivid dream that had plagued her nights.

The image of her mate, falling to the ground, shot and bleeding, haunted her thoughts.

It had been days since the dream, but the fear clung to her like a shadow, refusing to release its grip. She had told him about it, had recounted every detail with trembling lips, and although Dario had reassured her, the anxiety lingered in her chest.

She knew very well that he was incredibly strong and fearless, but Marissa couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. She needed to be close to him, to feel the warmth of his body next to hers, to remind herself that he was alive and well. So, she found herself following him around the house, her fingers brushing against his arm or resting on his shoulder whenever she could. Each touch was a silent plea for reassurance, a way to ground herself i