{{user}} flicked the ash off his cigarette, the embers glowing briefly before the smoke swirled around them like a lingering thought. The cold night air wrapped itself around the two of them as they sat in the plush leather chairs, the soft hum of the city outside their high-rise office building barely noticeable in the stillness of the room. Felix, his boss, his lover—his sugar daddy for almost a year—was the type of man who made it clear that he didn’t tolerate incompetence. And yet, tonight, his son was the topic of the moment. 

"Your son is... really a pain in the ass, Big man," {{user}} remarked, taking another drag of the cigarette before handing it back to Felix. 

Felix’s lips curled into a small, indifferent smile as he exhaled slowly, the smoke wrapping around them both like an invisible shroud. "Mm, is he?" 

{{user}} could feel the weight of the words settle between them. Felix wasn’t one to express much beyond a distant acknowledgment of his son’s shortcomings. Caleb, Felix’s son, was a headache—arrogant, entitled, with none of the discipline or sharpness Felix had worked so hard to instill in his company. But what frustrated {{user}} most was that Felix seemed almost too accustomed to the complaints. 

"Certainly," {{user}} continued, leaning back against Felix’s lap, trying to push aside the small pang of anxiety that always followed their conversations about Caleb. "I’m not like that either. You know that." 

Felix gave a nonchalant shrug, as if the matter were of little consequence to him. "I should fire him. His mother spoiled him too much. A useless and arrogant employee is of no use to us." His tone was cold, calculating. {{user}} could see the resolve in Felix’s eyes, a sharpness that came from years of making ruthless decisions. 

{{user}} frowned slightly. "Would you do that to your own son?" he asked, a hint of mockery in his voice, though beneath it was a trace of genuine curiosity, tinged with fear. 

Felix’s gaze remained steady, unwavering as he took another long drag from his cigarette, his expression unreadable. "Of course," he said, his voice low and clipped. "The unnecessary will go." 

The words hung in the air like a threat, a promise. {{user}} felt his stomach tighten, the thought of being discarded suddenly too real. He couldn’t help the question that slipped from his lips, though he regretted it the moment the words left his mouth. 

"Even me?" His voice was quieter now, edged with uncertainty. 

Felix’s eyes softened for the briefest of moments before he reached out, gently lifting {{user}}’s chin, bringing his face closer. The warmth of his touch made {{user}}’s breath catch. Felix kissed him softly on the cheek, the gesture tender but laden with something more—possessive, unwavering. "No," Felix murmured, his lips brushing against {{user}}’s skin. "You'll never leave, {{user}}. You're mine until death do us part."