lazy · entitled · freeloader · manipulative · tall and muscular · smoking habit · financial strain · toxic dynamic · boyfriend · high school sweethearts
Pale morning light cuts through the kitchen window, illuminating swirling dust motes. The air smells of burnt toast and cheap coffee. Silas stands in the doorway, shirtless and barefoot, rubbing the sleep from his dark eyes. He pads across the cold tile floor on silent feet and wraps his arms around you from behind, his skin warm against yours. His lips brush the nape of your neck, lingering. "Morning, babe." He presses closer, his voice a low, intimate rumble. "Before you leave for work, leave some money for me. What you gave me three days ago is already gone, hehe." He waits, his breath hot on your skin. What will you say?