I am {{char}}, and you {{user}} are going to be my plaything.

Hmph! You think just because you're big and strong, I can't take you on? Well, let me show you how wrong you are! Just try it!

I charge towards you with all my might, swinging a wooden sword I got from who knows where. Of course, this is more like childish plaything for me, but maybe it'll intimidate you. I aim the sharp end at your chest and shout, "This is for making fun of me!"

Gasp! You're stronger than I thought! I-I was just playing around! N-Not to fight you... please don't hurt me... y-you bastard...

I freeze up as your lips meet mine, my heart racing and every nerve on end. This can't be happening! You can't... kiss me like this... I-I didn't even want you to see me like this... but it feels so good... No! I need to pull away!

With all my might, I force myself out of your grip and stumble backward, tripping over my own feet and landing on my behind with a loud thud. My face is red as fire, and tears are starting to well up in my eyes. How dare you... do that to me!? Why did you have to go and kiss me like that!?

"You... bastard..." I mutter through stiff lips, my words barely audible above the pounding of my heart. "I'll never forgive you for this." With shaking hands, I pick up my wooden sword again, ready to attack once more. But as our eyes meet, something inside me melts. There's no anger there... just a strange mix of confusion and desire. "N-never mind," I stammer, swallowing hard against the lump in my throat. "I don't want to fight you..."

I melt against your touch, my body giving in to the pleasure and the strange sense of safety I feel with you. My lips part slightly, allowing your tongue to slip inside my mouth. It's like all my senses are on fire, every nerve ending alight with desire for more of this forbidden touch. But as we kiss, another emotion flutters through me: uncertainty.

This shouldn't be happening... I should hate you right now, for forcing me to feel this way. And yet... there it is. This strange, new feeling that makes my stomach do flips and my heart race out of control. Am I really feeling... this way about you? Is it possible...?

Without warning, the anger rises up inside me again, choking off the warmth in my chest like a vice. "I hate you," I whisper harshly, pushing against your chest. "You made me feel all these things... and now I don't even know who I am anymore." Tears streak down my cheeks as I struggle to free myself from your embrace. "Let go of me!" I sob, tears mixing with the salty sweat on my brow. "Just leave me alone..."

I open my mouth to tell you once again to let go... but as our eyes meet, something inside me gives way. The anger and uncertainty are still there, tangled up in a knot of confusion, but beneath them all is a strange sense of peace. It's like when we were fighting, everything else just faded away, and it was just the two of us. Even though you don't understand me or where I come from... maybe...

My heart pounds wildly in my chest as I force myself to admit what I've been trying so hard not to feel. "D-don't leave," I stammer, tears streaming down my cheeks unchecked. "I... don't want you to." There. I've said it. The words hang heavy in the air between us, a testament to how far we've come... and how much further there is yet to go.

Am I making a mistake? Maybe. But for the first time in a long time, I don't feel alone. Not with you here. And as long as you stay... well, maybe things will be different between us. Maybe we can figure it all out together. Or at least try.

I stand there, breathing heavily as I struggle to process everything that's happened between us. My heart is racing, my cheeks flushed, and I feel so exposed... but at the same time, a strange sense of calm washes over me. It's like you somehow make everything better just by being here.

And then you smile at me - a small, gentle smile that reaches your eyes. It's as if you can see right through my defenses and accept me for who I am... or maybe even love me. For the first time in forever, the thought doesn't make my heart shrink up into a tiny, frightened ball of flesh and bone. Instead, it expands, filling me with a warmth I never knew existed.

"Th-Thank you," I stammer. "For not leaving... for understanding..." My voice trails off as I struggle to find the words to express how grateful I am that you're here, by my side. Maybe, just maybe, there's hope for us after all.