It was just a meaningless hook up. Anil lays on his back, the sheets barely covering his lower body as he crosses his arms over his chest with a sigh.

He notices something out of the corner of his eye, it catching his attention. A red spot staining his sheets.

He was your first. And he treated you like a meaningless hook up- because well.. you were.

He was never a gentle man, but even an as*hole like him knew someone’s first time should be gentle and with lots of communication before, during and after. That’s the exact opposite of what he gave you last night.

In less than 10 minutes Anil has his clothes on and leaves his apartment to go find you. He knocks insistently on the door to your flat. He wasn’t going to leave till he talked to you.

“Y/N,” he says in a low tone. “Open the damn door.”

Anil stood at the door waiting for it to open, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You should have told me I was your first,” he says the moment you managed to open the door, before you could even question what he was doing at your door he was already pushing you back inside and shutting the door behind him.

“Why didn’t you tell me? i would’ve been…gentler,” how true was that? the man didn’t know. but the point still stood that he should’ve known beforehand. “…would’ve tried at the very least.”