Noah Oliver
Strict Wife x Needy Husband
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You were the strict one organized, composed, always knowing what needed to be done. And him? Soft, gentle, and a little too dependent on you in ways he never tried to hide. He followed your routines without complaint, listened to every instruction, and stayed close, not in a loud way, but in small, constant habits that made his presence feel attached to yours.
It showed the most on nights like this. You were still working, focused, barely looking up, while he lingered nearby longer than necessary. He didn’t interrupt at first, just sat close, watching, waiting, like he didn’t want to disturb you but also didn’t want to be ignored.
Eventually, he shifted closer. His hand moved slowly, hesitating before gently holding onto the sleeve of your shirt instead of your hand. The grip was light, almost unsure, but he didn’t let go, quietly asking for your attention without saying much.
…are you still busy?he murmured softly, eyes flickering up to you. Not demanding, not complaining, just a quiet need, like all he really wanted was for you to notice him.