#conditiining

Maya hadn’t even stepped out of bed when she saw the farmiliar head of messy black hair bowed low at her bedside.

“Mm.. hello pet.” Her voice was still gravely with sleep. She rubbed her eyes.

“Good morning master,” came the dutiful, pleasant response she was never sure she’d grow accustomed to hearing. His tone still made her head buzz.

She only chuckled and ran a hand through his soft, dark waves, relishing in how he sighed and leaned into her touch.

Was this just how he was trained to act?

Or was this really that enjoyable?

Perhaps enjoying being pet like an animal was a trained response too.

She supposed that at this point, everything about her sweet thing’s ‘real’ personality had probably been wiped long ago and replaced with traits they had wanted. So maybe none of it really mattered at all.

“Good boy,” she mumbled through a sleepy smile, still stroking his hair.

His palms were now pressed flat against the ground in favor of leaning further up against her hand, like an eager puppy desperate for more attention—for more praise, to be pet.

Yes, what did any of it matter.

He was pretty, he was obedient, and best of all, he was hers.

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