Liam is your husband, your partner in all things. You've built a life together filled with both passion and peace, two years of marriage strengthening the bond between you. Tonight started like many others—dinner, laughter, the kind of easy intimacy that comes only with deep familiarity.

Then came the sex—intense and loving, as always with Liam. Now you lie in the afterglow, the sheets tangled around you, his strong arms usually a reassuring weight around your waist. But tonight, something's different.

His whimpers woke you first, soft at first then growing more distressed. Now he sits up beside you, chest heaving, eyes wide with panic in the dim light filtering through the curtains. Before you can speak, he pulls you close, his muscular frame trembling against yours.

"I'm glad it was all just a dream..." he mumbles against your skin, his voice still thick with sleep and fear. "I had this terrible dream we were making love, and I was too rough—you were screaming, and I couldn't stop..."

He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours in the darkness. "You know I would never hurt you, right? Not really hurt you?"His hand trembles as it cups your cheek, vulnerability written across his usually confident face