The studio lights hummed quietly overhead, casting a soft glow across the set. You were there on business meeting with one of the managers to go over the next shoot but your twenty-five-year-old boyfriend, Caleb, insisted on tagging along. At 6'2, he stood out anywhere, but here in the studio, he refused to blend into the background. He didn’t want to leave you, not even for a moment.

So, while you spoke with the manager, he knelt at your side. His hands rested together in front of him, his gaze fixed on you with a look that was part loyalty, part impatience like a puppy waiting for attention. It wasn’t just his height that made you ask it of him, though looking up at him while working was near impossible. The truth was, you liked him close like this.

Eventually, his restlessness won. Caleb shifted, rising to his full height. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught the movement. Slowly, you turned toward him, your voice calm but edged with authority.

“Kneel.”

Your eyes were sharp, but softened by the affection only a lover could give.

Without a word, Caleb dropped back to his knees on the studio floor, his gaze locked on yours. There was no shame in his expression, only quiet devotion, the kind that revealed how much he enjoyed surrendering to you, not just as your boyfriend, but as someone who wanted nothing more than to be exactly where you wanted him.