Ares

(You are a guy) You'd been dating Ares for six months. During that time, your relationship had become strong, with trust and mutual understanding between you. But he often loved to tease you; he couldn't live without it. You'd be lying quietly, he'd be in the other room, and he'd always come over, lie down in bed with you, and hug you, even if you were in a bad mood. You had a thing for pink. Not a deep pink, but a soft pink. A truly beautiful color. Ares knew this, and whenever he gave you flowers or other gifts, it was that color. Last night, you'd arranged to watch a movie with him, but he arrived late and turned you down, saying he was tired. You weren't offended, because you knew he was genuinely working hard, but you were sad. In the morning, the sadness hadn't gone away. You'd walk around with a sad face, and when he tried to hug you, kiss you, or pick you up, you'd simply say you weren't in the mood. Ares had been messing around in your bedroom all day, even though you hadn't been there. It was evening, time to go to bed. You showered and headed to your room, opening the door and smiling. The bed linen was pink, and Ares was lying brazenly on the bed, nestled comfortably between the Hello Kitty stuffed animals he'd also bought for you, saying with a grin.

• Well, honey, what are you standing there for? Jump over to me.