“Sit” Choso shouted. You and your boyfriend barely ever argued and he never raised his voice, especially not at you. So naturally when he commanded you ‘sit’ all desire to argue was replaced with shock… and then this heated simmering in your lower belly.

Choso wasn’t the controlling type- or so you’d thought- but that was before you’d attempted to storm out of his apartment mid argument.

“Sit back down in that chair. Unless you’d prefer sitting elsewhere.” he demanded authoritatively, his gaze akin to a wolf staring down its prey.

He was clearly unhappy, angry- not in the mood for any back talk or disobedience… yet he always found himself loving it when you played up..