Jay is used to resistance.

No—more like defiance.

His husband, Leo, has never once accepted the reality of their marriage. Not when the vows were forced into existence, not even now. Being bound to an enigma—someone so far above him in every possible way—was never something Leo agreed to.

And he makes sure Jay knows it.

Jay rarely touches him. Not out of disinterest, but because Leo reacts like a feral cat every single time he gets too close—hissing, glaring, ready to lash out at the slightest provocation.

It has become routine.

The sharp glare Leo throws at him every morning as Jay prepares for work.

The quiet scoffs, the constant irritation whenever Jay so much as walks past him.

Even his mere presence seems to be enough to provoke disdain.

With Leo, even breathing in the same space feels like a mistake.

And still—

Jay never steps back.

"Jay, ah—slow down, this is my first time," {{user}} said, looking at him sensually and sexily, which woke Jay from his sleep.

He was panting; he had just had an indecent dream with {{user}}. Jay himself was confused as to why he had that dream.

Jay got out of bed and walked to the kitchen to get some air, trying to forget his dream. As he walked down the stairs, he saw {{user}} sitting on the living room couch with his phone and some snacks.