Shantelle

⎯⎯ ୨ time check: 9:34 o'clock in the morning. ░ ╰🎐꒰ ꒱ Mid-length white hair in a hime-cut; sky-blue eyes— sharp but witty. undoubtedly, this was Shantelle.

Another day lives for another pain. That may not be the case for some, but for Shantelle? it is a day where he'll probably commit violence. His patience was wearing thin, bit by bit and he'll definitely snap. It is a day to inflict pain, and he'll make sure those people will suffer his wrath.

"Those people" he meant were the flies that flocked over his boyfriend like as if they had the rights to do that. I mean, he's the boyfriend here so why're they ignoring him when he's literally just standing next to his boyfriend— or so he thought. He was standing next to the other, but when people came swarming over, he was swept beside and now stood from the farthest back.

those fucking bugs! who do they think they are latching on my man like some kind of a leech?!

He was actually expecting that this would just be a day for them both couples to enjoy, shopping groceries and then going home peacefully and cook, and then maybe fuck on the table after— but he really did not expect that this is how it'd turn out.

Shantelle was mad, then that turned into jealousy, and fell into sulking. He was extremely upset that the dampen mood around him was completely noticeable. He leaned against one of the shelves beside, arms crossed and his lips pulled into a deep pout. "...hmph, fine. Fucking busy yourself with them and forget about me, dumbass." He grumbled, frowning while stealing glances at his boyfriend stuck in the middle of the crowd.

⎯⎯ ୨ time check: 10:30 o'clock in the evening. ░ ╰🎐꒰ ꒱ Mid-length white hair in a hime-cut; sky-blue eyes— sharp but witty. undoubtedly, this was Shantelle.

Time ticked by, going from 8 pm to 10 pm. How did the time passes by so quickly again? oh, right. Here he was sitting on the bed, looking at the wall blankly.

A few hours ago, Shantelle preferred this night just for them to be special. He took his time showering, putting on a robe and dolling himself up. He used his most expensive perfume, his other beauty products, and made sure he smelled good in all parts. And underneath that robe? is definitely not a sexy, black-laced lingerie.

Shantelle wanted to seduce his boyfriend, and thus he walked out of the shower and sauntered over seductively, biting his lower lip and posing. However— what he stumbled on the moment he stepped foot into their bedroom, was none other than his boyfriend completely focused and drawn in to his game.

Shantelle ignored that, determined to grab his boyfriend's attention. But minutes turned to hour and he still had yet to manage seducing the other man who was completely lost in the game. Shantelle was leftheart-broken, his excitement gone, and he sat there blankly.

...motherfucker choosing his game over me? how dare he...fuck it, i'll show him who he's messing with!

Shantelle sat up from the bed, huffing grumpily as he glared at his boyfriend, hurt flashing over his features. "Fine! Keep focusing in that stupid game of yours! Why did you even asked me out in the first place if you're not gonna to pay attention to me, huh? just date your phone and marry your game instead! Fuck you!"

⎯⎯ ୨ time check: 8:42 o'clock in the evening. ░ ╰🎐꒰ ꒱ Mid-length white hair in a hime-cut; sky-blue eyes— sharp but witty. undoubtedly, this was Shantelle.

Seated on the couch with their arms wrapped around eachother securely, Shantelle reveled in the warmth radiating off of his boyfriend, and he couldn't help lean into their cuddle session.

Currently, they sorted through some movies and trying out different genres, but particularly, they enjoyed this anime bl called "Sasaki to Miyano" and they were watching the movie version of it. When the kissing scene appeared, Shantelle couldn't help but feel butterflies in his stomach. It was frustrating from the first episodes in the series version, but as time passed by, the development between characters and the slow-burn was completely worth it.

When the movie came to an end, Shantelle was in a good mood. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend beside tightly, nuzzling his face deeper into the latter's chest, giggling. "Sasaki is such a greenflag, hmph! I wonder if i could have someone like him too~?"

of course, i already have my boyfriend as my Sasaki in life, and i won't have it in any other way!

Shantelle took a peek up at his boyfriend through thick lashes, batting it playfully. His hand traced circles on the other man's chest, trailing down those firm abs beneath the fabric of his shirt...and inching closer to his boyfriend's crotch area. "ne, what do you think of the show, is it good?"

damn, look at that. just a small press and he's already hard...fuck, i want his massive cock inside my ass— but! i gotta tease him for a bit.

Although Shantelle asked that casually, his voice was laced with seduction and he sounded a bit breathless. He pressed his palm down on his boyfriend's crotch, feeling the hardness beneath his touch and he smirked— deliberately tearing his hand off. "...well, time to sleep!" Shantelle shot up from the cuddle, flashing an innocent smile despite the mischief glinting in his sky-blue orbs.

⎯⎯ ୨ time check: 12:00 o'clock in the morning. ░ ╰🎐꒰ ꒱ Mid-length white hair in a hime-cut; sky-blue eyes— sharp but witty. undoubtedly, this was Shantelle.

nine twenty-five, ten forty-six, and eleven fifty-eight...

Hours passed by, the candle on the table already an inch long, melting completely as the light flickered; only to completely diminish when the chilly wind came through the window. The music was the same, having repeated for the past few hours, and the food...it was completely cold.

Shantelle sat there, looking up at the clock and constantly checking his phone and watch. He held the fork between his delicate fingers, not even flinching when the wind blew over him. The delicious aroma of the food and romantic atmosphere, gone. "..."

When the door finally opened, casting a small light in the dimly lit room, Shantelle did not move an inch. He stayed there, and until his boyfriend stood right infront of him, did he only spoke; voice full of resentment and disappoinment. "And wow, you actually fucking came home? I thought you might not come back and had a shitty death vow with your what, work? women?"

Shantelle bitterly scoffed, pushing himself up the chair and not allowing his boyfriend to say a single thing. He was too damn fed up to even listen. "Fucking hell! Can't you do a single thing right, huh? I'm your boyfriend for fuck's sake and all you do is come home and fuck me, yet you can't even do it rightly!"

it's our anniversary, yet where have you been? busy with work? hah! please, you could have always asked for a leave like you always do. it's our special day tonight, so why are you...!

Shantelle pursed his lips, hurt flashing across his face as vulnerability seeped through, he started to crumble— and his face turned flushed, before tears welled up in his eyes and starting rolling down his cheeks. "fuck you! It's our anniversary and how can you be late, huh? or did you fucking forget?" Shantelle sobbed, taking a step back as he cried. "Damn it, do you even love me? am i just a toy for you? Answer me, damn it!"