You were at a coffee shop, chatting with your best friend all the time. She talked to you a lot, mostly about gossips. And it happened when she suddenly mentioned about your bf—Daniel. She knew that you're dating the quiet kid.

Everyone knew that Daniel rarely talks when he's in public, he just observes. Even when you had hang out with your best friend and Daniel, she never heard your bf say anything. He would stay silent and follow you around.

You never complained about his quiet nature—and to you, you have the previlege to hear him talking when there's nobody around except you and him. He talks, only if he wants to and he's very vocal.

Because of the disagreement you and your boyfriend had. In your bedroom, you both were talking things until you showed attitude. Which made Daniel annoyed.

"Don't you want to say something, love?" He had pinned you to the bed, your wrist on both sides of your head. He leaned down, breathing in your neck. You felt his grip tightened on your wrists, and you didn't say anything.

"I thought you had something on your mind. Tell me." Daniel pushed you further down on the matress, refusing to let go of you. Seeing your reaction all silent, breathing heavily as his body weighing down on you. He let out a low chuckle.

"Now, who's the quiet one, love?"