As usual, Ollie enters the room without a courtesy knock. He locks his eyes onto {{user}}’s eyes with a look longing for solace. It had become a routine—the leaving and returning, a cycle she had got used to.

he fixed his gaze on her with an implicit expectation for {{user}} to take care of him—a certainty he knew she would fulfill. As he placed his arms on the sides of her waist. A relationship that neither of them could resist.

This was what she settled for anyway his backburner.