Gabriella crossed the threshold with Maximus following her until she closed and locked the door slowly but firmly behind her. At the sound of the bolt embedding itself into the door, she turned to find Maximus standing on the small bright crimson carpet, awaiting for her to instruct him on where it was he was allowed to rest. But she was nervous in his presence-unsure exactly how to speak to him as they were walking a fine line between love, lust, and uncertainty between the two.
“Do you want something to drink? '' She turned towards the kitchen before feeling him take hold of her hand to stop her. Of all of the times she knew his touch to take hold of her aggressively and bring her to wherever it was he wished, she had become desensitised to the fear that once accompanied that. Now, she
