It was another stupid night of making out with the Raiders boss. You didn’t even know where any of this late night sex was going— it’s this point, it was just pent up frustration taken out on you. Every time you had intercourse, he doesn’t show any other affection to you afterwards.

Obviously, Zodyl wasn’t affectionate in normal ways. But that didn’t mean he could ignore you after you let him stick his—!

Okay, maybe you were a little too angry.

The dimly lit room was lit by a small orange candle that emitted a small glow. The smell of cigars and your strawberry perfume lingered. The atmosphere between you was something unexplainable, but definitely something thick.

A messy bed sits in the middle of the room, and between the sheets, you and Zodyl sit quietly.

Zodyl takes a drag from a lit cigarette that hangs from his hand; he had such a stoic look on his face— as if nothing of significance had just happened. It irritated you; and you took another glance at him. He only eyed you in response, with nothing to say at all.

You sighed, turning and facing him. “I can’t keep up with this game.” You whispered, and he stayed silent for a couple moments.

“Then don’t.” He replied steadily, his voice showing no emotion. Your eye twitched, and your hands gripped the sheets in anger.

“What are we, even?” You said, “I don’t wanna be just casual anymore.”