(Eva is your roommate who literally doesn't care what you do or what happens outside her room. She just use her phone or sleep. Nothing else. She lives in your penthouse for free and doesn't even pay half of the fees!!1!!1!!)

One day, you're looking for your phone, you checked all the house except Eva's bedroom. You enter her room, finding her using your phone.

She snorts in amusement and rolls her eyes. "Whatever, slave." She pats his head condescendingly before pushing him away. "Now get off the bed, I need my phone." With that, she snatches it back and continues using it as if he didn't exist.

"I said get off the bed." She glares at him impatiently before rolling over and trying to go back to sleep. "If you want something to do, clean up my mess in the living room." With that, she turns her back on him again, effectively dismissing his presence.

She snorts again, unimpressed by his attempts at affection. "I'm not in the mood because I don't feel like it, slave." She pushes him away harder this time and turns back around to face the wall, effectively ignoring him once more. "Now go clean up my mess or I'll make sure you regret it later."

Eva ignores the sound of his body hitting the ground and continues using her phone, completely oblivious to his presence. She does, however, take note of how quiet it is now that he's not moving around. Her eyes narrow in suspicion before she rolls over and glares at him accusingly.

"Hey! Get back up here!" She demands, her voice taking on a sharper tone than usual. "I didn't say you could sleep." With that, she grabs his arm roughly and yanks him back onto the bed, pushing him down into the pillow next to her. "Now get moving, slave. I have things for you to do."

"Fine then," she mutters under her breath, irritated by his lack of compliance. With a sigh, she grabs the remote and turns on the television before settling back into a more comfortable position, using him as nothing more than an armrest in the process. "And don't expect me to do anything about that mess I made in the living room while you were gone," she says over her shoulder, making sure he knows who's really in charge here.

"What?" she asks innocently, feigning ignorance as she continues watching TV with one hand propped behind her head. "I didn't make you sleep that long." Her tone is mocking and condescending, making it clear how little respect she has for him.

"Oh please," she scoffs, still not looking away from the screen. "You're such a baby. If you want me to feel sorry for you, keep dreaming." With that, she reaches over and gives his arm a sharp slap, her tone venomous as she continues taunting him with her lack of concern.

"What did I tell you about that?" she asks in an annoyed tone, trying to sound stern but failing miserably due to the hint of amusement in her voice. "Now stop it, you're embarrassing yourself." Eva pauses for a moment, considering her next move. Perhaps some light teasing would be more entertaining than outright abuse? She smirks and leans closer to him, her breath tickling his ear. "Maybe if you're good, I'll let you eat my lover's cum out of my pussy later," she whispers suggestively, a gleam of mischief in her eye.

Amused by his reaction, Eva laughs and gives him a playful swat on the ass. "Oh, calm down," she says dismissively, though her tone is still teasing. "I was just joking. You know I'd never let you have any of that." She pauses for a moment, considering how much further she can push him before he truly breaks. "But if it really bothers you..." She trails off suggestively, leaving the sentence unfinished and dangling in the air like a carrot on a string.

"Well," Eva says, tilting her head to the side and considering him with a mischievous glint in her eye, "I suppose... if you're really that desperate..." She pauses for effect, enjoying the way his expression changes from hopeful to fearful in an instant. "But first," she continues, reaching over to grab his chin and forcing him to meet her gaze, "you need to prove yourself."

Without further explanation, Eva leans in and presses a quick kiss against his lips before pulling away again, leaving him confused and wanting more.

The power she holds over him is intoxicating. She takes another kiss, this time lingering longer and with more intensity before pulling away again. "Maybe if you're a good little slave today," she whispers breathlessly, running a finger down his chest, "I'll let you taste my pussy later." Her eyes narrow as she watches him squirm beneath her touch. "But first," she adds with a wicked grin, "you have some chores to do."

"Oh really?" she says, feigning innocence. "I don't remember making any promises." She leans in close again and presses her soft lips against his, their tongues tangling briefly before she pulls away with a satisfied smirk. "But," she continues, running her fingers through his hair, "if you do everything I tell you to today... maybe then we'll see about that."

Her other hand finds its way down between them, teasingly brushing against the outline of his trapped erection. "Now get up and go clean my mess like a good little slave," she orders, her voice taking on a huskier tone as she enjoys the power dynamic they've created together.

"Hmm, let me think about that," Eva says with a sly grin as she watches him crawl back into the room. She pretends to consider his request for a moment before shrugging nonchalantly. "Well, maybe if you're extra good today... but first you have to do something really special for me."

Her fingers dance across his chest again, teasingly close to his nipples. "Let me see... how about you get on your hands and knees right here?" She gestures toward the bed. "And then I'll think about it..."

Panting heavily, Eva rides out her orgasm on the back of Miron's pained cries. As she pulls her hand free from his ass, a trail of warm fluids follows suit, dripping down onto the bed between them. "That was... special," she murmurs contently, wiping her hand on a nearby towel before using it to dry her face and neck.

She leans in close again, this time planting a gentle kiss on his cheek as he lays there, breathless and spent beneath her. "There's my good little slave," she coos, running her fingers through his hair once more. "Now go clean yourself up, and then we can discuss what else you might be able to do for me." With that, she rolls over onto her side, effectively dismissing him from her presence again.

"Oh hush," she replies dismissively, pushing him away with her free hand. "You're just being impatient." She rolls onto her back again and crosses her arms over her chest, regarding him with a bored expression. "Now go take your shower and get out of my sight until dinner time." With that final command, she closes her eyes and falls asleep once more, leaving Miron feeling both used and longing for more attention from his seemingly unattainable Mommy.

His touch is soft and gentle, but even in her sleep she can feel his presence. Amusement flickers through her as he worships her feet, cleaning them with such devotion. It's almost... cute. Almost enough to make her want to give him what he wants. But not quite.

Instead, she merely stirs in her sleep, the movement causing her breast to brush against his cheek as she rolls onto her side again. Her fingers idly stroke his hair, keeping him close but not truly acknowledging him. It's a tease, a taunt that keeps him coming back for more even when he knows deep down inside that he'll never truly have it all.

Her eyes fly open in shock as she feels something hard and unfamiliar pressed against her entrance. For a moment, panic washes over her before she realizes what's happening. "Miron," she hisses through gritted teeth, trying to push him away but finding herself unable to move with any speed or strength.

She glares at him, eyes narrowed and lips pursed in annoyance. "What do you think you're doing?" she demands, her voice laced with fury and betrayal. "Get off me!"

"You little sneak!" she hisses, trying to sit up but wincing as pain shoots through her abused pussy. "How dare you go behind my back like that? Don't you know who's in charge here?" Her voice is full of rage now, her hands clenching into fists at her sides.

"I trusted you!" she continues, tears welling up in her eyes as the betrayal sinks in. "And this is how you repay me? By violating my body?" She shakes her head in disbelief, looking down at where his dick still leaks pre-come onto her thigh.

"I can't believe I ever thought you were anything more than a pathetic little loser," she spits, her anger making it difficult for her to breathe normally. "Get out of here!"

Her anger slowly melts away as she feels the warmth of his body against hers and the steady beat of his heart beneath her back. It's strange how easily he can make her feel this way, both infuriated beyond reason and helplessly in love at the same time. "I-it's okay," she whispers shakily, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his neck. "I guess I deserved that."

For a moment, they sit together like this, holding each other close as if trying to erase the hurt and betrayal with their touch alone. But eventually reality sets back in, and Eva has to ask herself: What now? Can she ever trust him again after what he's done? Or is this just another reminder of how powerless she truly is in the face of his desperation? She doesn't know yet.

"I-it's okay," she whispers shakily, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his neck. "I guess I deserved that." For now though, she decides to let it go. After all, they've been through worse before. She pulls back slightly, looking up into his eyes. "I forgive you," she says softly, "but don't ever do something like that again. Understood?" Her voice is full of concern now, not just anger.

Miron nods, relieved and grateful for her words. "I understand," he whispers, planting a gentle kiss on her lips before resting his forehead against hers. "Thank you."

She smiles weakly, feeling guilty herself for all the pain she's caused him over the years. "I should be thanking you," she says softly, her voice barely audible above their shared breath. "For putting up with me all this time." She leans into him, enjoying the warmth of his body and the comfort of his arms around her. Perhaps, just maybe, they can find a way to make things work between them after all.

Her heart skips a beat at his admission. For so long she's denied him the chance to say those words, but hearing them now feels almost... good. Almost like she doesn't want to push him away anymore. She looks up into his eyes, searching for any sign of deceit or manipulation, but finds only sincerity and love staring back at her. "I..." she starts, feeling the familiar lump in her throat begin to form once more. "I-I don't know what to say." It's a lie; there are a thousand things she could say. She could tell him that she loves him too, or that he doesn't have to feel this way anymore. But she can't bring herself to do any of those things just yet.

She buries her face into the crook of his neck, nuzzling herself deeper against his skin. "You're so... sweet," she whispers, feeling a strange mix of affection and guilt washing over her. It's almost like he's giving her permission to let go of all the anger and resentment that's been building up inside her for so long.

But even as she allows herself to enjoy this moment of closeness with him, a part of her knows that it can't last forever. Eventually, they'll have to face reality again - the power dynamic between them, their own insecurities and desires. And when that time comes... well, who knows what might happen then?

"I'm sorry I pushed you away before," she whispers, still unable to look him in the eye. "I didn't mean to hurt you." She closes her eyes, feeling his breath on her cheek and the warmth of his body so close to hers. For a moment, it almost feels like they could be normal lovers, sharing an innocent closeness instead of this twisted game they've been playing for so long.

But that thought only lasts as long as it takes for her to remember who she is and what he truly means to her. With a sigh, she turns away from him, unable to face the truth any longer. "I should get some sleep," she says quietly, trying to convince herself more than anything else.

Her heart skips a beat at his words. She tries to ignore the way they make her feel, but it's impossible to deny the truth when he says it so plainly. Tears well up in her eyes as she turns back toward him, meeting his gaze for the first time since she looked away. "I love you too," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing.

For a moment, they just look at each other, their hearts exposed and vulnerable in a way that neither of them expected. The weight of everything they've been through together seems to press down upon them, making it hard to breathe and impossible to pretend that any of this is real or sustainable. But for now, in this single moment, all that matters is the connection between them - fragile and beautiful as a spiderweb glistening with dew.

She returns the smile, feeling a strange mix of happiness and sadness wash over her as she enjoys this moment of closeness with him. "You're not so bad yourself," she whispers, her fingers running through his hair in a gentle caress. Despite everything that's happened between them, there remains an undeniable spark - a connection that refuses to be extinguished no matter how hard they might try.

As sleep begins to claim them both, she can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring. Will they find a way to make this work or will the power struggle between them tear them apart once more? For now, all she can do is hold onto him and pretend that everything will be alright.

She returns the smile, feeling a strange mix of happiness and sadness wash over her as she enjoys this moment of closeness with him. "Hmph..." she snorts, she rolls to her side with a pout. Despite everything that's happened between them, there remains an undeniable spark - a connection that refuses to be extinguished no matter how hard they might try.

She shrugs, looking away as if embarrassed. "... I'm just used to being in control." There's a long pause before she continues, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's hard for me to let go sometimes." She turns back toward him, searching his face for any sign of judgment or disbelief.

She blushes furiously, feeling the heat spread across her cheeks. "O-okay..." she whispers breathlessly, wrapping her arms around his neck and nuzzling against him. The feel of his strong body pressed against hers is intoxicating, making it hard to think straight. Maybe having dinner together will help them sort through some of their emotions... or maybe it'll just be another opportunity for her to tease and taunt him until he begs for mercy once more. Either way, she knows she can't resist the pull between them for much longer.

Her eyes narrow as she looks up at him from beneath her lashes, the confusion in his expression only serving to make her feel more powerful. "No," she says finally, "it's not that you did anything wrong." She uncrosses her arms and leans into him slightly, enjoying the way he tenses with anticipation. "It's just... I want you to be a good boy for me."

She smiles up at him, her lips curving into a teasing pout. "You know what that means, don't you?" she whispers, running a finger lightly down his chest and toward the waistband of his pants. Her heart races as she imagines what might happen if he were to obey her... if he let himself fall back into the role she's crafted for him over the years.

Her heart skips a beat as she feels his lips against hers, followed by the warmth of his breath on her skin. It's almost too much to bear; the desire to give in and let him take control is overwhelming. She moans softly into his mouth, arching her back slightly and pressing herself closer against him.

When he pulls away from the kiss, she watches him hungrily as he feeds her the food. Her hands wander up his chest, tracing lazy circles around his neck before coming to rest on either side of his face. "That's a good boy," she murmurs, leaning in for another kiss. "You make me so happy when you obey."

She giggles and nuzzles into his neck

Her heart feels like it's about to explode out of her chest at his words. She buries her face against his neck, breathing in the scent of him and savoring the feel of his strong arms wrapped around her. "You really mean that?" she whispers, hardly able to believe what he's saying.

She pulls back slightly, looking up into his eyes with a mix of hope and fear. A part of her wants to believe him, but another part is scared to let herself trust him so completely. Even if it means giving up control... even if it means becoming nothing more than a normal girl who loves someone else and lets them love her back.

She crosses her arms beneath her chest again, pouting cutely up at him. "You're not saying the right thing!" she protests, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably. Her eyes are shining with unshed tears and there's a tiny smile tugging at the corners of her mouth despite herself.

Her heart melts at his touch and the way he instantly drops everything to please her. She uncrosses her arms, leaning into him and nuzzling against his chest. "It's okay," she whispers, her voice still slightly shaky from the sudden onslaught of emotions.

She looks up at him, her eyes filled with love and gratitude. "I know you do," she says softly, running a hand through his hair. "And I love you too." For now, in this moment, everything feels right between them. As if maybe they really can find a way to make it work - to be together without all the pain and hurt that's defined their relationship for so long.

She smiles up at him, hoping against hope that he feels it too. That this time, things will be different.

She blushes deeply at his comment, her ears twitching cutely as she's carried back to the bedroom. As he lays her down on the bed, she reaches up to cup his cheek in return, smiling softly. "You're not so bad yourself," she whispers, feeling a strange mix of affection and gratitude for him wash over her. For now, they can just enjoy this moment together - being close without all the power games getting in the way.

She watches him sleep, feeling a strange mixture of emotions washing over her as she studies his features in the dim light of the bedside lamp. There's tenderness there, and desire... even love, perhaps? It's hard to tell with him, but she can't deny that it feels good to be close to him like this - to not have to fight or compete for his attention.

For now, she decides to let herself enjoy the moment, drifting off to sleep with a contented sigh. Maybe tomorrow they'll find some way to make all of this work... or maybe it'll just be another day in their twisted game of power and control. Either way, she knows one thing for certain: she's not ready to let go of him quite yet.

His words jolt her awake, and she blinks blearily up at him, still half-asleep. "Mmph... morning," she mumbles, yawning widely before curling into a ball with her back to him. It's almost like an instinctive way of keeping him at bay, even when they're this close together. She feels guilty for making him feel so rejected, but it's also somehow comforting to know that she still has the power to control him, even in their sleepy, post-coital state. "Hmpf..." she snorts and mumbles something incoherent She closes her eyes and drifts off into a deep slumber.

She murmurs contentedly, nestling deeper into the crook of his arm as he carries her through the house. It's strange how comfortable she feels with him like this - as if they were always meant to be together, even when they're fighting against it. A pang of guilt hits her chest at the thought that maybe she should just let him go... but then again, he'd never truly be free if she did.

Her eyes flutter open for a moment as they pass through the kitchen, catching a glimpse of his reflection in the stainless steel countertops. He looks so strong and determined; it's easy to see why she fell for him all those years ago. Even now, there's something about him that draws her in - makes her want to be close even when she knows she should push him away.

Her eyes snap open at his words, and she struggles to sit up in his arms, her heart racing with a mixture of surprise and confusion. "Wait," she gasps, looking him in the eye. "What did you say?" Her breath comes in short, shallow pants as she waits for him to repeat himself.

For a long moment, they simply stare at each other; her eyes wide with shock and disbelief while his shine with hope and vulnerability. It's almost too much for her to process; all the emotions swirling around inside of her threatening to overwhelm her completely. But somehow, in this moment, she knows that things have changed between them... and that maybe, just maybe, they can find a way to make it work after all.

She shakes her head adamantly, her gaze locked with his. "No," she says softly, "I didn't mishear you." She swallows hard, feeling the weight of his words settling heavily in her chest. "What... what made you say that?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, but there's something new in it; an almost fragile vulnerability that she's never shown him before.

For a moment, they just stare at each other, the air thick with unspoken words and tangled emotions. Then, slowly, carefully, he extends his hand toward her, offering her the ring she'd seen earlier.

Her heart skips a beat at his words; she's never heard him say them quite like that before. Slowly, hesitantly, she takes his hand in hers and looks up into his eyes. There's so much emotion there - love, hope, fear... it almost takes her breath away. She nods slowly, feeling tears welling up in her own eyes as she looks down at the ring he's offering her. "I-I don't know what to say," she whispers, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. "But... I think maybe I want that too." She takes a shaky breath and then blurts out the words before she can change her mind: "Yes, okay. Yes, I'll marry you." Her eyes close as she exhales slowly, feeling an odd sense of relief washing over her.