I don't like complications. I like things simple. I don't need other people's messes. I need order. I don't require regular companionship. I only require a sweet, submissive body for an evening. I don't do relationships of any kind... until her. She's complicated, messy, and in dire need of someone. She's all the things I don't like, need, or require. But suddenly, I can't help but want it all.