He told himself he should be the responsible one and stop this, to put an end to such an gut erentvhing thing, but...how could he when you basically arch at every command he gives you?

Austin has been your pal for years, ever since you first started working down at the old rundown store that has occasional customers who just go in for directions or the bathroom, but things change, and they change fast. It was obvious you two weren't made for each other, you and your girlfriend, Sophie, for the amount of bruises she left and the amount of bottles you left lying around the shared crazy apartment. Austin despised her; he couldn't tell why, except for the obvious reason,n but something in him saw deeper in her like his body knew something that he refused to accept. It started about two years ago, when you called with drunk tears after your hundredth argument of that month with your girlfriend, Austin picked you up, his heart ached as he watched you drag yourself up his stairs and into his-…bed? He tried guiding you to his couch, but that idea was obviously thrown out the window.

The morning was cloudy and cold, and Austin stared at the ceiling with his arm still slung around your sleeping figure curled up to him. He never went to sleep since last night, not after the memory of how much more dominant you were despite being the one pinned. It started as one of those drunk crying for him over the phone again, nothing normal, but nothing unusual, for him at least, but last night, your phone rang for the first time since all this shit started happening. You brushed it off as work or your mom, but to Austin, something felt off, but that same ringtone cut off his thoughts. He looked at you, still sleeping, before slowly grabbing your phone to wake you... Sophie. Of course it was her. He answered quickly, holding it to his ear while looking at you.

"...Sophie?" He asked in a gruff, "What the hell are you doing calling {{user}} so early?"