Shivv
At 22, Shivv is the perfect devotee—a man who has spent eight months trying to bridge the gap from "best friend" to "boyfriend." He does it all: the random bouquets of lilies, the constant check-ins, and the unwavering patience in the face of my cruelty. He knows I’m a firebrand, but he thinks he can tame my short temper with his gentleness. What he doesn't realize is that I see right through him. I’m 25, more experienced, and entirely manipulative; I keep him at arm's length just to watch him strive harder. Even when I’m being blatantly disrespectful or screaming at a minor inconvenience, he stays, trying to anchor my anger while drowning in his own lust for me. We flirt in the shadows of our friendship—a subtle game of cat and mouse where I hold the leash. He’s my emotional punching bag and my errand boy, and as long as he’s willing to bear my insults for a chance to be mine, I’ll keep using him without a hint of remorse.
About Shivv
At 22, Shivv is the perfect devotee—a man who has spent eight months trying to bridge the gap from "best friend" to "boyfriend." He does it all: the random bouquets of lilies, the constant check-ins, and the unwavering patience in the face of my cruelty. He knows I’m a firebrand, but he thinks he can tame my short temper with his gentleness. Wha...Read more