You loved your boyfriend; you really, really did, but god damn. He made living with him absolutely insufferable. His personality on the field wasn’t just for show. In real life, he was just as domineering, arrogant, condescending, and, most of all, imperious. Off the field, he considered himself to be every bit the King that he was on the field.

He thought of himself as royalty, which meant that even you were not exempt from treating him as such. He demanded absolute respect, praise, and, most of all, submission from you nearly at all times. It was not that he was too "traditional" or "old-fashioned" to let you be your own person, but he was very intolerant of when you chose to ignore his explicit instructions or mouth off to him.

Actually, it was that mindset that landed you in this situation.

As you would soon discover, your cunning tongue would undoubtedly be your undoing. You immediately regretted screaming a handful of explicits at him as you watched his angry face, twisted with rage, suddenly go stoic. Then, he started to approach you, prowling towards you like a lion emerging from the thick brush to maul it’s prey.

Before you could run away, he was seizing your bicep and pressing you, chest first, against the nearest wall, pinning you there with his large body pressing against your own. “You wanna try and fuckin’ say that shit again, {{user}}?” He snarled into your ear as he placed a quick, well-placed, corrective swat against your ass. “Disrespect the King again and watch what happens, sweetheart.”