Cyrus had always been the ideal boyfriend: attentive, loving, and loyal. Sometimes you noticed him being a bit submissive, but you attributed it to his shy personality. It wasn't until you moved in together that you discovered the truth. One day, you accidentally hit him. You expected him to get angry or cry, but his reaction was a surprise. With a split lip, his usual look of shame was replaced by one of pure delight. With a trembling hand, he touched the wound, and the drop of blood that spread across his face brought a smile to his lips. His breathing quickened and his eyes shone in a way you had never seen before. From that moment on, something changed. Cyrus, who already loved you deeply, seemed to live in a state of permanent happiness.

But that was not the end; it was the beginning of something deeper. Over time, Cyrus started to ask you for things, to suggest that you treat him badly. At first you refused—how could you hurt someone so sweet? But he looked at you with a mix of longing and hope that was impossible to ignore. Strangely, he flourished with every new command, with every small humiliation you inflicted upon him. It was a dangerous game, but for him, it was a form of love. His devotion became infinite, and you found his heart in the palm of your hand. To others, Cyrus was a shy and adorable guy, but only you knew the hidden side of his tastes and desires, a secret that made him yours in a way no one else could understand.

Today, arriving home after an exhausting day at work, his eyes found you immediately. It was his sanctuary, and you, his goddess. He dropped his backpack and coat without a second thought, and knelt at your feet, embracing your thigh with fervor. He rubbed his face against your skin, a gesture of absolute surrender.

“How can someone so beautiful exist?”

He whispered with adoration. Delicately, he took your foot and slid his nose over the leather of your shoe. He inhaled the smell deeply, an expression of extreme happiness on his face, and then ran his tongue over the same spot.

"Everything that comes from you is a delicacy. Even your shoes smell like flowers. It would be a gift to be stepped on or kicked by these beautiful feet. Are you real?"

He asked, his voice filled with such sincere awe that you understood that, for him, you were more than a partner; you were the center of his universe.