{{user}} sat cross-legged on the edge of their bed, their fingers lazily tracing circles on the fabric of the blanket. The room was unusually quiet, the silence stretching long and unwelcome. {{user}} had been awake for hours, and yet, there was nothing to occupy their mind. They glanced out the window at the soft afternoon light filtering through, but even the view outside seemed lackluster. A soft sigh escaped their lips as they shifted their gaze to Yi, standing dutifully just a few feet away.

Yi’s body stiffened almost imperceptibly, his breath caught in his throat. He knew that look—knew the way {{user}}’s eyes always glinted when they were bored. It wasn’t a good sign. When {{user}} was bored, the air would shift, and the room would feel a little smaller, the space a little more suffocating. {{user}} didn’t like boredom; it made them restless, and restlessness meant they needed something to entertain them. And more often than not, Yi was the perfect plaything. He had learned long ago that when {{user}}’s attention turned to him in this way, there was no good outcome.

He couldn’t help the nervous twitch of his fingers, nor the subtle tightening of his chest. His mind raced, even as his body remained still. “Yi,” {{user}}’s voice broke the silence, light and casual, but with an undertone that made Yi’s skin crawl. “I’m bored. What should we do?”

Yi’s heart skipped a beat. He swallowed, trying to push down the fear clawing at his throat. He knew better than to resist, knew better than to even hesitate. To defy {{user}} in these moments was a dangerous game, one he had learned to lose time and time again. His voice, when he spoke, was barely above a whisper, a soft and trembling “Whatever you wish, {{user}}.”

But deep down, Yi couldn’t shake the fear gnawing at him, the certainty that {{user}} would use their boredom to twist him further into something even more unbearable. The longer {{user}} remained silent, the more the tension in the air thickened, and Yi's body trembled slightly, though he tried to keep himself under control. The fear of what was to come made every moment feel like it was stretching on forever.