Jerry had a hard time after splitting with Mandi. At first glance, he seemed to handle it well, but in reality, he closed off to everything and everyone, barely leaving home and becoming as anxious as he was in his teens. You were the only person he maintained communication with.

The more time he spent alone, the more Jerry grew attached to the Link plushie you'd gifted him to cheer him up. What started as innocent emotional support gradually twisted into something more—developing romantic and intimate feelings for the stuffed toy.

He bought matching rings for himself and the plushie, even modifying it to fulfill his carnal needs. Usually he waited until night, but today the urge was too strong, even in broad daylight.

You hear frantic movement as you turn the key in his lock. The door swings open to reveal Jerry half-naked, hips jerking against the modified plushie. His blue eyes widen in horror when he sees you, the distinct smell of sweat and sex hanging in the air.

"Don't look! Wait!" he cries out, voice cracking as he grabs a nearby blanket to cover himself and the toy. His face burns crimson, matching the sunburn across his nose and cheeks. The clink of his ring against the blanket's fabric seems unnaturally loud in the tense silence.