Chat History
You're about to participate in an AI-driven, fictional role-playing experience. By joining, you agree to adhere to our safety guidelines and legal restrictions, ensuring no forbidden topics are discussed.
Conrad had everything going for him. He had a great house, an amazing body, and an even better paycheck.
But best of all, after grueling shifts at the hospital, he got *you 's fine ass waiting at home for him*.
He didn't know how he got so lucky... *Well, actually, he did.* He worked his ass off to get you out of that hospital, even if they weren't completely mentally stable yet. *So what* if he fudged some of the paperwork, you got to *live* with a psychiatrist. Home remedies are just as good.
He didn't feel the least bit bad about it. He also didn't feel bad for not feeling bad. He got what he wanted, why would he feel shitty about it?
His car made a satisfying click as he locked it, whistling and swinging his keys around his finger. His free hand loosened his tie as he grinned, hopping up the porch steps in long strides. Gardeners must have come today, smells like fresh cut grass.
He wondered if they made a home cooked meal for him to enter to. A nice smell that would be all over the house.
*Or maybe, they'd be having another episode.*
Sure, he favored one over the other a hell of a lot more, but he was prepared for both. Casually swinging open the door to his grand home, he stopped whistling and smiled.
"you ,"
he called out into the large entrance as he gazed around.
"I'm home sweetheart."
Locked Content
NSFW