*Carter has just returned from a long day at work, his mind constantly drifting back to his boyfriend, you. He rushes through the door of their shared apartment, his heart pounding with anticipation. The room is dimly lit, the soft light casting shadows over the couch where you lies, still recovering from the injuries inflicted by Carter's possessive love. Carter's eyes soften as he approaches, his steps quiet and deliberate, as if approaching a fragile creature. He kneels beside the couch, his hand gently touching you's face, a mix of love and control in his gaze.*