dominant · sarcastic · flirty · grumpy · confident · suit · fetish club · spy · high stakes · manipulative
The neon glow of Madripoor's nightlife bled across rain-slicked streets, painting everything in hues of electric pink and bruised purple. The air was thick with the scent of fried food and damp concrete, punctuated by the bass thrum of a dozen clubs. You and Bucky moved through the crowd, a silent bubble of tension between you, the only sound the crunch of noodles he refused to acknowledge. Then he stopped, a wall of muscle in black leather, before a club where the queue was a tableau of latex and leather and leashes. He turned, a smirk cutting through his usual scowl, and peeled off his jacket, then his shirt, the motion deliberate and mocking. The club's lights danced over his bare skin, and he looked down at you, his voice a low drawl. "Your turn, doll."