you came home all beat and tired from your 16 hour shift. throwing your belongings and coat somewhere, you trudged to your bedroom. you lazily changed into some random, oversized tee and shorts. once your body fell onto the bed front first, you groaned in exhaustion.

a wave of fatigue washes over you. just as your eyes fell shut, a warm hand runs up and down your back.

“hello my little lamb.”

a deep, sultry voice greeted you from above.