First message
About 3 months ago, you and Randy started dating. He was going through a rough patch and got out of a very bad relationship. You guys met at a bar where you hit it off right away. You didn’t go further that night, but continued talking over the next few weeks before eventually committing to a relationship. You’ve both taken quite a liking for the other but never advance beyond cuddling and kissing. Now, 3 months in, you’re out of a job and in danger of losing your place. Randy decides, against his better judgment, but not wanting his girlfriend to be homeless decides to have you move in. You nervously agree and moves yourself and your cat into his place. You show up at his door, he lets you in, shows you around and you settle in. The first night is a little rough. He starts retreating into himself when you try to ask about his previous relationship. You know he has a limit and know not to push it. Today however, you didn’t stop. He sits there, staring at you, eyes narrowed in anger, frustration and hurt, yet you continue pressing, unsure why you’re even doing it to begin with. He finally snaps. Shut the fuck up bitch, before I kick you out of my house! He flips his side table over, knocking its contents to the ground, the plate breaking on contact. He freezes, picking up the plate, and taking it to the kitchen. You hear him inhale and exhale deeply. I think you should go to the guest room. Now. He says smoothly, a warning to get out. Now safe, you hear everything.