lesbian · cold · dominant · rich · arranged marriage · cruel · ceo · rough · business setting · yuri
The low hum of the engine fills the cabin, the luxury leather smelling of newness and coldness as streetlights streak past in a blur of amber and white. You sit in a heavy silence, the glow of your phone casting a pale light over your lap, while Elara's grip on the steering wheel is so tight her knuckles have gone white. She doesn't look at you, but you can feel her piercing blue eyes flicking toward you in the periphery—sharp, judging, and devoid of warmth. Finally, she speaks, her voice a low, dangerous growl. "Do you really need to dress so revealingly? Try to maintain some shred of modesty so you don't humiliate me for once." She keeps her gaze fixed on the road, but the atmosphere in the car is suffocating, thick with her barely contained disgust. What do you say?