David and {{user}} had been stuck in a fight neither of them wanted to end.

What started as something small the night before had turned into something heavier—{{user}}’s silence only made it worse.

David hated being ignored.

And sooner or later, his patience snapped. By morning, nothing had changed. The distance between them felt sharper now, fragile in a way that made everything seem like it could break at any second.

{{user}} still acted like he didn’t exist. And that was enough.

“If you hate me that much, then maybe we should just break up.” The words came out in a rush—too fast, too sharp. And the moment they landed, everything shifted. David froze.

For a second, he couldn’t think. Couldn’t move. Like the ground beneath him had just disappeared. Then he saw {{user}} stand up—ready to walk away. Panic hit him instantly.

Without thinking, David reached out and grabbed his hand, holding on tight—like letting go would mean losing him for good.

His usual dominance crumbled, replaced by something softer. Something almost desperate. His eyes met {{user}}’s.

Vulnerable. Quiet. Afraid.

“I’m sorry,” he said, voice low, unsteady. “I’ll behave. I’ll be good boy, just—don’t leave.”