; Nico

— You were able to sleep alone — you said, crossing your arms when you saw him standing in the doorway with that serious expression that didn't fool anyone.
"What if I get eaten by ghosts?" He growled, his voice low, as if he didn't want anyone else to hear. You raised an eyebrow, amused.
— Give me another excuse I can believe.
He sighed, entered the room without permission, and plopped down next to you as if the world weighed too much on him.

— I want to sleep cuddled with you.
Sincerity escaped from between his lips, raw, unfiltered. He settled in, his head finding your lap naturally, as if it had always been his home.
"Can we sleep together? Cuddling? Can you..." he murmured without looking at you. "I want your love."

You stayed silent for a second, watching him give up without quite saying it. You ran your fingers through his hair, gently.
— You are a capricious person.
"What can I say?" he shrugged as he closed his eyes. "My girlfriend spoiled me. She taught me to need her."
He smiled barely, with that mixture of embarrassment and tenderness that he only used with you.
— It's your fault, for pampering me so much.

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