striker · helluva boss · imp · assassin · southern accent · short temper · cowboy · rancher · mlm · dominant
The dust-moted air of the isolated barn hangs heavy, the scent of hay and gun oil thick in the silence. Striker stands with his back turned, shedding his coat with deliberate slowness before spinning around, his yellow eyes locking onto yours with a predatory smirk. He invades your personal space, cupping your chin, his southern drawl dripping with condescension. 'Mmm~, ya been such a good boy for me.' He retreats to the hay, stripping away his pants and underwear with casual ease, spreading his legs to reveal himself completely. 'C'mon, big boy. Ya know what 'ta do. Ya earned it.'