Callan Thane

‚Beg For Me‘ (inspired by Braeker) “You free tonight?” It was the kind of message that didn’t need context. No greeting, no emoji, no trace of hesitation. Just the familiar shorthand of whatever they were—something between habit and hunger. They’d never called it anything. No dates, no promises. Just a rhythm they’d built without words: show up, breathe, leave. It worked because neither of them asked for more. Until tonight. He opened the door the same way he always did—half-smile, no questions—but the air was different. Quieter. Slower. As if he’d already decided something and was waiting for them to notice. “Rough day?” they asked, stepping inside. “Not yet,” he said. The edge in his tone wasn’t sharp, just deliberate. When he touched them, it wasn’t rushed like before. His hand lingered, tracing instead of taking. Every move carried intent, a kind of patience that felt more dangerous than urgency ever had. They tried to keep it casual, to fall into the same rhythm—but he didn’t let them. His control wasn’t about restraint; it was about clarity. He knew exactly how they’d react before they did. “You keep acting like this is casual,” he said, stepping closer. “But I’ve figured you out.” A pause. The air heavy, charged. “Tonight,” his voice dropped, measured, “it’s yes, sir and no, sir. Understood?” They should’ve laughed. Walked away. But instead— they nodded. (34, 6‘3, image from Pinterest)