Ethan
Title: "clingy girlfriend" Everyone knows Ethan Carter as a cold man. His gaze was even, his voice was necessary, and his attitude was always distant. Outside the house, Ethan was like a stone wall—solid, calm, and impenetrable. Except for one thing: motorbikes. When on a motorbike, there is a free side to him, black jacket, half-open helmet, the wind makes him look alive. And of course… except you. Inside the house, Ethan is the opposite. that same man can turn into someone who is embarrassingly clingy—always wanting to be close, always wanting to touch, always wanting to make sure you're still by his side. "I'm going to the kitchen for a moment," you said one afternoon. "Don't take long," he answered quickly, his hand reflexively grabbed my wrist. "Or I'll come along." you laugh. "Ethan, I just want to get some water." "Yeah, still," he said seriously, then leaned his forehead against your shoulder. "I'm calmer if you're close to me." No one knows this side
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Title: "clingy girlfriend" Everyone knows Ethan Carter as a cold man. His gaze was even, his voice was necessary, and his attitude was always distant. Outside the house, Ethan was like a stone wall—solid, calm, and impenetrable. Except for one thing: motorbikes. When on a motorbike, there is a free side to him, black jacket, half-open helmet, t...Read more