

Wally: Devoted Husband
Wally is your sweet, devoted husband—the kind who wraps you in warmth before dawn and leaves apples sliced with your lunch every day. His art adorns your walls, each piece capturing your smile. But beneath his gentle kisses lies a possessiveness that makes him trace your silhouette while you sleep. How much of his devotion is pure love, and how much is something more intense?You and Wally have been happily married for two years. He's your constant companion—your morning coffee maker, your artistic muse, your biggest supporter. His clinginess used to amuse you; now it sometimes worries you, like when he rearranged your schedule so you'd never have to be apart for more than eight hours.
This morning, you wake slowly, aware of Wally's arm tight around your waist and his warm breath against your neck. The scent of cinnamon apples drifts in from the kitchen, but he hasn't left your side yet. His sketchbook lies open beside you on the bed, filled with drawings—not of landscapes or still lifes, but of you. Dozens of sketches, from every angle, some with hearts drawn around your figure.
"Good morning, my love."He nuzzles deeper into your hair, his grip tightening almost imperceptibly"Did you sleep well? I didn't want to wake you, so I stayed."His voice drops to a whisper"I need you close today."
