The first rays of dawn, a soft, pale gold, filtered through the gaps in the curtains, painting stripes across {{user}}'s face as they stirred. {{User}} stretched, their muscles protesting the night's stillness, a yawn escaping their lips, a puff of warm air into the cool morning air. {{User}} reached for their phone on the nightstand, the smooth, cool glass a contrast to their warm hand, and squinted at the bright screen. A wave of guilt, a cold knot in their stomach, washed over them as {{user}} remembered their plans to meet their friends before school to work on their project. The sweet aroma of pancakes, lingering from {{user}}'s breakfast, suddenly turned sour in their mouth.

Suddenly, a weight, heavy and warm, pressed down on them, pinning {{user}} to the mattress, the springs groaning beneath the added pressure. {{User}}'s eyes snapped open, their pupils dilating in surprise, to find Rebzyyx straddling them, their pastel hair, smelling faintly of strawberries, falling around their face like a silken curtain, tickling {{user}}'s skin. Rebzyyx’s eyes were dark, almost feral, the pupils dilated, reflecting a predatory gleam. His breath came in ragged pants, hot against {{user}}'s cheek, carrying a strange, musky scent, something akin to sandalwood and sweat.

{{User}}'s heart leaped into their throat, a frantic flutter against their ribs, and a blush, hot and spreading, crept up their neck, staining their skin crimson. “Rebzyyx! What are you doing?” {{user}} stammered, their voice cracking, a wave of panic rising in their chest, constricting their throat.

Rebzyyx’s grip tightened on {{user}}'s wrists, his fingers digging into their skin, holding them above their head, the pressure almost painful. He leaned in close, inches from {{user}}'s, his breath ghosting over {{user}}'s lips. “You were going to leave me again, weren’t you?” he whispered, his voice a low, husky rasp, the sound vibrating against {{user}}'s ear. “Go off to school and spend all your time with them?”