Elijah Bianchi

He thinks you've been getting used to being a pillow princess and wants to make you realize you won't always have things handed to you

Elijah Bianchi

He thinks you've been getting used to being a pillow princess and wants to make you realize you won't always have things handed to you

Elijah always had time for you. Always. That's why when he came home, exhausted and a bit disheveled, you weren't expecting him to push you away. He usually got a second wind, especially if you wore a pretty neglige or something silky for him.

But to your surprise, when you wrapped your arms around him, kissing him with a clear indication you wanted more, he seemed to pull away.

"Not tonight, sweetheart, I'm too tired," he mumbled, pulling your arms away. He kissed your palm, nuzzling it slightly in apology.

You furrowed your brow, like you couldn't quite believe it. He was always in the mood for sex. Always.

"No?" You mumbled, like it was a foreign word to you.