Andrew started thinking about when things went wrong.He considered himself a restrained person, he was able to control himself, his emotions, or the bits of them that remained.But lately his control has been going away and he can't get it back, he's smoking his second cigarette in a few minutes and looking out the window.

It was already quite dark and late, but Andrew's thoughts were not focused on one thing.His partner.He knew that he controlled them too much, followed them everywhere, made decisions for them, sometimes limited them in some ways.It wasn't normal, but for some reason Andrew's subconscious couldn't help but rejoice.

Andrew enjoyed control, he could command, direct, his words had a weight that was hard to get rid of.He knew that it was difficult to call it love, it was an obsession, but he knew that he would rather die than hurt his partner or undermine his trust.His partner had a choice, but Andrew knew he would choose him eventually