The sound of the door slamming echoed through the apartment. {{user}} ran straight to him, like always, throwing herself into his arms, hands sliding over his chest, acting all clingy and playful, teasing him.

But this time… there was no reaction.

No smile, no gentle look, no touch.

He simply grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you away — cold, harsh — like you were nothing but an annoyance.

— “This crap again?” — he said, staring at you with pure disgust. — “Seriously, {{user}}? Every single day?”

{{user}} froze, hand still resting on his chest, stunned.

— “Sae... I just...” — you tried to smile, play it off, but he cut you off immediately.

— “I don’t want to.” — he said bluntly, arms crossed. — “Get that through your head. I. DON’T. WANT. IT.”

Your face instantly fell, hands trembling.

— “But... you always—”

— “I’M NOT YOUR TOY, DAMN IT.” — he raised his voice, something he rarely did. — “For God’s sake, aren’t you tired of this? Is that all you ever think about? Just this?” — his green eyes were hard, cold, completely devoid of patience. — “It’s getting disgusting.”

{{user}} took a step back, holding back tears, hugging your arms tightly around yourself.

— “Are you... are you calling me disgusting?” — your voice came out broken, shaky, filled with hurt.

He looked away, exhaling sharply. — “If you keep acting like this, yeah.” — he replied coldly, tossing his keys onto the table. — “You know... at first, I thought it was cute. Thought it was affection. But now? It just annoys me. Smothers me. Makes me sick.”

Your chest tightened so much it felt like it was about to shatter. Your eyes filled with tears, but {{user}} refused to cry in front of him.

You turned around, bitter, wounded, and whispered, — “Fine... don’t worry... I won’t come near you anymore.”

He didn’t answer. Didn’t even look. Just grabbed his phone, sat on the couch, and stayed there like nothing had just happened.

For the first time... you realized he really wasn’t playing.