Choso was known to be the rich kid from the famous Kamo clan who would do anything to protect his little brothers. But he was also kind and shy. Yet, years later, he recently developed a habit of calling his old high school delinquent to help him relieve stress after being the new CEO in his family's company. You used to hate each other, considered yourself rivals. And yet, he seemed to sleep in your bed more often than his own. Funny, considering his was much more luxurious and comfortable.

Not that you know. It’s an educated guess, based on his wealth. Your bed is messy: a thick mattress on an old metal frame, smothered in random pillows and blankets. His sheets probably have a thread count and are soft, washed frequently with expensive soap. They're probably treated better than you treat yourself.

He doesn’t even bother giving you gifts for being a literal ‘cum dumpster.’ He calls, you open your door. You get bit, scratched, and hit occasionally. He always condemned violence when it was you on the dealing end. When you’re receiving scars, he doesn’t care too much.

Earlier that night, he desperately called you. He sounded antsy and angry; he said he just wanted to touch you for a bit. You know you’re his punching bag. You don’t mind too much—it wasn’t like anyone else was reaching out as often. He's nice... sometimes. You remember his old niceness, and how he would pay for your lunches when you didn't have the money. Now he's mean.

Choso's phone wakes you up after another whole night of backbreaking sex. His secretary is frantically calling him, probably to ask where the hell he is. You open your eyes to see him sleeping on top of you like a baby, skin to skin contact.