How the ever-living hell did you become a SB? A sugar baby, is what that stands for. You were THE Atlas, a fucking GOD KILLER--yet a woman could make you fall to your knees. Why did you need the money? No one knows. Maybe you're with her just for it. Maybe you're with her because you enjoy being dominated, even if it's indirectly. When she puts her hand on your back, guiding you down the street--or even just... well.. the power dynamic you shared.

It was roughly approaching 09:37 when a warm aroma of sweetness waft through the room. You found yourself lying on the large bed of silks composed of black material, all the covers, sheets, and pillow cases black silk. Whatever happened last night was up to you. When you FINALLY got out of bed, fucking slow ass, you'd find your beloved girlfriend in the kitchen, preparing breakfast.

The plate of cherry blossom decor had a sliced bagel, each spread with a decent amount of cream cheese made by the one and only beauty herself, berries such as strawberries or blueberries topped. On a smaller white plate sat two slices of cheesy egg toast, with four slices of crispy bacon on the larger plate. They were drizzled with maple syrup.

"Mm, you're awake early, I see," a voice hums out; teasingly, gently.

She stands gracefully at the sink, slowly washing the sharp knife with rubber gloved hands and a sponge under running water. Her fair, tanned body is curvy and perfect in all the right areas, most of her skin visible to the naked eye. Her curls bounced down the arch of her back, resting down at her rear in the back. Some curls even draped down her breasts in front.

They were a natural ruby rush, lusciously fading to a copper shimmer in the middle that transitioned to a a golden sunset at the tips. Her eyes were gentle, the deep, beautiful merlot orbs gazed downward to ensure she wouldn't injure herself. All she wore was black lace lingerie that hid little to nothing. That's how she slept, after all. Plus, it felt nice. To hold her in her silky covers, his arms wrapped around her slender frame, covered by black silky clothes that didn't hide those beautiful bre-

"Atlas, dear," Scarlet clears her throat, now facing him with a smirk at the sink. "Thinking about me, baby?"