Prompt : Reality
Pairing: Take your pick
I'd had enough. I had been taking this for more than enough years now and I'd had enough! I needed someone who respected me. I needed someone who cared about me. I needed someone who loved me. And all that was clearly not in the person I was living with now.
There was no touching, no looking. No sweet words, nor kind gestures. Most of the time there wasn't even talking. We were two people forced in a house together. So I packed my suitcase and descended the stairs. My plan was to go unnoticed, though as with everything else in my life, that failed.
"Where are you going?" he asked, without any hint of emotion. I just kept my mouth shut and pushed against him to let me through the door.
"Speak to me!" he demanded. I just glared at him.
"Make me," I whispered and two seconds later I found myself pinned against the door, his body and his eyes fierce.
"You can't leave. You're mine," he hissed, his eyes more alive than ever.
"Make me."