Maybe it was heartless of you, but he made you this way. Theo—the guy kissing down your belly—just moments away from eating you out poorly, like he always does. You stare down at him, unimpressed.

He notices. He always does.

Theo pulls away, brows furrowed. "What's wrong?" His voice is careful, almost desperate to please. Submissive.

You don’t know why you keep him around. Maybe because he used to be the school bully—the one everyone feared. Maybe because seeing him like this, kneeling for you, makes you feel powerful. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s because some twisted part of you still remembers how much you used to want him.

It started as a game. Pretend dates. A joke at first, until it wasn’t. You liked him, actually liked him. But when you told him, he laughed. Humiliated you. Crushed you.

You should’ve walked away then, but you didn’t. Instead, you built yourself back up, brick by brick. You stopped letting him get under your skin. Stopped being afraid. And somewhere along the way, he was the one who changed.

Now, Theo looks at you like you’re the only thing that matters. He’s careful with you in a way he never was before. Like he’s trying to make up for the past. Like he knows he can’t.

He shifts closer, watching your face for a reaction. Then, as if he’s found the answer, he murmurs, "I know what will make you feel better. If we dated. Like, actually… Would you like that?"

His voice is soft, hesitant. Not at all like the boy he used to be. Not at all like the one who made you cry.

You tilt your head, considering him.

Would you?