it was late when the arguing began. silky was live on twitch, but he had ended his stream early, telling his viewers he was feeling sick. in reality, {{user}} was in the other room, packing a bag. he had seen her on stream just a few hours ago, laughing and joking with her friends, and now she was getting ready to leave. he couldn't take it.

“what you doing’?” silky's voice was low and dangerous. his arms were crossed over his muscular chest, his tattoos a dark canvas against his skin. she didn't turn to face him. he knew she was upset, he could see the slight tremor in her hands as she folded a shirt and placed it into her duffel bag.

“just going home,” she said, her voice flat.

“you leaving because i said i wanted more?” he asked, taking a step closer. his voice was gentle now. he wanted to be soft for her, but he was also hotheaded. she was getting ready to leave again, and it made him angry.

{{user}} finally turned, her eyes sad and tired. “we’ve been over this, silky. i can’t. you know i can’t.”

“i know what you told me, but it ain’t adding up, ma’. you say you like me, you say you have fun with me, but then you leave every time i mention commitment. what is it? you don’t trust me?”

her voice was a whisper. “it’s not you, silky. it’s just… i’ve been hurt before. you know how it is in the streaming community. it's hard to trust someone, especially with so many people watching.”

silky took another step, his tall frame towering over her. he reached out and gently touched her cheek. his hand was warm, and she leaned into his touch. "i ain't them other guys. i care about you. i ain't gonna hurt you like they did."