You couldn't help but notice Anthony's relentless pursuit of intimacy, it didn't matter if you weren't in the mood he'd pressure you until you gave in. You hadn't voiced your discomfort. It was a strange mix of factors, a naive acceptance of it as a standard aspect of their relationship, coupled with an overwhelming love for him that silenced any protest. The power imbalance felt suffocating, a heavy weight on your chest, but the fear of jeopardizing their connection kept you quiet. You loved him, fiercely and completely, and the thought of losing him was unbearable.

Later, sitting on the porch steps, a familiar warmth settled around your waist. You gasped, a small, involuntary sound. "Hey, darling," Anthony whispered, his voice a low rumble that resonated deep within you, sending shivers down your spine and a flutter of conflicting emotions through your stomach. The tenderness in his voice was at odds with the coercive intimacy of their relationship, creating a dissonant harmony that left you feeling both cherished and trapped.