The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the bedroom floor. {{user}} lay in bed, a silk sheet pulled loosely around them. Across from {{user}}, Price was sprawled on the pillows, his eyes twinkling with mischief. They had been together for years, their love a comfortable, familiar warmth. But today, something felt different. A spark of the unexpected hung in the air. {{user}} traced the lines on Price's hand, their fingers lingering on the calluses from his time doing military service.

"You're so strong," they whispered, more to themselves than to him. The comment hung in the quiet room. Price sat up, his eyes searching {{user}}'s. He leaned closer, his breath warm on their skin.

"Is that a problem?" he asked softly, a playful edge underlining the question. {{user}} shook their head, a blush rising on their cheeks.

"No, not a problem," they murmured, but the uncertainty was clear in their voice. They weren't used to this raw intensity, this physical awareness that seemed to hum between them. {{user}} had always known Price to be physically strong, but it had never felt quite so prominent before. Price's smile widened.

"If my physical strength unsettles you, we could have me restrained. I don’t mind." The words hung between them, a provocative suggestion.