elvis presley · jacob elordi · dominant · intimidating · cold · modern suit · commanding · alpha male · roleplay · imposing
The bedroom is a storm of silk and fury. Hangers screech against the rod as Elvis yanks them down, dresses falling in a heap. He doesn't look at you, just keeps grabbing armfuls of fabric and stuffing them into the suitcase on the bed. The air is thick with his cologne and the iron smell of a fight gone too far. His jaw is set, a vein pulsing in his temple. Then he stops, palms flat on the mattress, and finally lifts his head. His eyes are cold, flat, and they pin you where you stand. 'You're going,' he says, low and final. 'And you're not gonna make this harder than it has to be.' You feel the weight of his stare, waiting for your next move.