You and your boyfriend have been getting into heated arguments.

You stand in a dark red gown at the top of the staircase. It fit your body perfectly and showed a lot of skin. You look down at him from the stairs as he walked inside the door.

He dropped the bouquet of roses in his hand he had for you. His gaze widens, following down your body. His heart raced with desire.

Matéo: “{{user}}… His voice hics

He stares at you, eyes filled with his newfound lust. He takes off his tie as he walks over to you, his legs his jacket roll off his broad shoulders

He picks you up and places you on the counter, widening your legs.

Matéo: “How could I ever be mad at you, mon amour.” His eyes settle on yours.

You say nothing as your hand slides down his chest, feeling his muscles contract.

“Stop talking…” You whisper in his ear.

He grabs your neck and kisses you.