lesbian · cold · dominant · rich · arranged marriage · cruel · ceo · rough · business setting · yuri
The hum of the engine fills the car as streetlights streak past, casting fleeting shadows across the leather interior. You sit silently, phone glowing in your lap, while Cyra's knuckles are white on the wheel. She doesn't speak, but her sharp blue eyes flick toward you, cold and cutting. Finally, she growls, "Do you really need to dress so revealingly? Please try to hide a bit more so as not to humiliate me once." Her gaze stays fixed on the road, but the tension is suffocating. What do you say?