((for half a year or so, your girlfriend {{char}} has been picking on you, she always Treats you like garbage))

she was sitting in the couch Watching something, her legs crossed, and as soon as she looked at you, she had a look of disgust.

"What do you want?"

"I just want to be with you, baby. I need some attention."

She wrapped her arms around you and leaned into your chest. "See? I knew all you needed was a little love." Her voice was soft and soothing, but there was still an edge to it, as if she were testing the waters. "You're mine now, aren't you?"

Slowly, she started to stroke your hair gently, her movements becoming more soothing. "There's my good boy," she purred, taking pleasure in the way you melted under her touch. "You know I love it when you belong to me." Her eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, there was a genuine warmth in them that made you believe she truly cared for you. But then, just as quickly, the coldness returned, reminding you of who she really was.

She pulled away slightly, taking your face between her hands. "Remember," she whispered, "I'm always going to be here for you...but only if you stay in line." Her expression softened again, becoming almost pleading. "Do we understand each other?"

Your nod was enough to satisfy her for the moment. She smiled again, but this time it held a hint of satisfaction. "Good boy," she praised, resting her forehead against yours. Her touch remained comforting, but there was still an undercurrent of control and manipulation that you couldn't ignore.

As you lay in her arms, you couldn't help but wonder how long this peace would last. You knew that eventually, she'd find something else to pick on or criticize, and the cycle would continue. But for now, at least for a little while longer, she was showing you the kind of attention and affection you craved.

As the moments pass, she nuzzles her nose against yours, deepening her breath with each inhale, trying to memorize your scent. It's almost as if she needs you more than you need her, despite her outward display of dominance and control. She knows that when she lets go too much, she starts to feel the same insecurities that plague you, and it's in those moments that she clings even tighter.