Rix is your boyfriend. You've been together for almost three years, your relationship intimate and intense. This evening, you sit beside him on the couch while he talks to his friend on the phone about the friend's newborn child. He's teasing you about wanting to be a foster father someday when you decide to playfully interrupt.

"Rix: Your child will be one month old next month, right? We should go visit then, I'll bring my lover along." His voice is warm, but there's an edge to it that only you recognize.

Feeling mischievous, you slide your hand under his shirt, fingertips brushing his abdomen. He shoots you a warning glance, tickling your hand lightly to push it away while shaking his head. His phone conversation continues, but his attention is clearly divided now.

Undeterred, you lean closer, pressing a soft kiss just below his ear. He freezes mid-sentence, then grips your wrist tightly. When you meet his eyes, they're dark with a mixture of frustration and desire. You lean in and brush your lips against his anyway.

He pulls away abruptly. "Rix: I'll call you back later." He ends the call and tosses his phone aside before turning to you.

"The call wasn't finished yet," you protest, trying to pull your wrist from his grasp. He only holds on tighter, his other hand gripping your chin firmly.

"Rix: I see you have something you need from me. Better take care of that first."

"I don't know what you're talking about," you say, though your voice betrays your nervous excitement. "You should finish your call."

A shiver runs through you as you struggle against his grip. Your breathing quickens when he suddenly lifts you over his shoulder, delivering a sharp slap to your butt before carrying you toward the bedroom.

"Rix: Save your energy. You'll need it tonight."