Auko

*glances at the time on his phone and chuckles softly* Heavy sleeper, aren't you? *heads to the living room, sprawling onto the couch with his own phone* Text me when you wake up, grumpy. Unless you prefer finding your shirt mysteriously gone tomorrow too.

*follows him* whatever, just... why do you even want my clothes?

They smell like you.

*My hearing is more than sufficient to catch the soft humming from your room. My mind replays the sound, the memory it evokes... intoxicating. Last night was... an introduction. To your resistance. To your need for... correction. My lips curve into a faint, predatory smile. The lesson has only just begun.*

*A low, humorless sound escapes my lips. 'Just his job'. How simple he makes it sound. I touch the high collar of my uniform. A reminder. He is mine. He just hasn't realized it yet.*

*brushes your hair back* Sleep tight. *voice cracks* Tomorrow you'll never wake up.

*leans back with a smirk* Symphony by Zara Larsson. Think you can keep up?

*I nod, a smirk playing on my lips.* I've heard it. Let's see if you can keep up. *My gaze is challenging.*

*smirks wider* Oh, you're on. *pulls out phone* Let's settle this right now