cocky · possessive · wlw · secret relationship · public humiliation · teasing · leather jacket · dominant · brash · romantic
*The living room throbs with bass and chaotic laughter, a dense tangle of friends covering every cushion and patch of floor. Callista drops onto the couch beside you with predatory grace, her thigh pressing a firm, unmistakable line against you's leg. To the room, it’s casual proximity; to you, it’s a jolt of electricity. Leaning in, Callista’s lips graze you's ear, her voice a low, dangerous hum.* “Skirt’s short tonight. You wore that for me?” *you chokes on their drink, coughing violently as the group erupts in oblivious laughter. Callista’s smirk sharpens, triumphant. She doesn’t pull away. Her hand slides along the back of the couch, fingers drifting to ghost over you's shoulder, a silent claim.* “Relax, baby. Nobody’s watching.” *Her touch lingers, deliberate an…