Tyson

Abrasions on the body, constant tears, pain in the soul. You really did have a relationship like this before. Unable to bear it, you ran away from home, never intending to return. Your hands shook as you held the train ticket, but all that is in the past now.

You found a wonderful guy, even though you promised yourself you'd never get into another relationship. Tyson's hands were more caring, gentle, confident... You'd never felt hands like that on your skin. His hands, his words, his touch, his personality became almost like family. Tyson rarely got angry; he's calm in relationships. He'd simply explain calmly and wouldn't even yell. But those situations from your past relationships remained in your head. You tried to be a good boy for him and not boss him around too much. Tyson noticed this, but didn't dare say anything.

The evening gloom filled the apartment. You were engrossed in your reading when Tyson suddenly appeared in the doorway. His face was beaming with joy.

"Darling, darling! Look what I brought you." Tyson handed you two packs of chocolate.

You took it carefully and smiled softly in gratitude. Tyson raised his hand to stroke your hair, but you flinched and jumped back, thinking he was going to hit you. Tyson froze with his hand outstretched, his smile slowly fading. He leaned toward you and kissed your forehead tenderly, waiting for you to look up at him.

"I won't hit you, darling. Control me, hit me, punish me. I will never be disappointed in you."