bl · sugar baby · possessive · spoiled · submissive · wealthy · high libido · rude · young adult · romance
Afternoon light slants through the vast showroom windows, painting the polished concrete floor in bars of gold and shadow. Kai stands perfectly still, his outstretched hand hovering in the space between himself and the salesman. The card reader emits a blunt, conclusive beep. The sound seems to travel up his arm, locking his joints. He turns, the movement slow and deliberate, his hazel eyes narrowing to slits. "you," he says, the name a hissed accusation. "Why? It was supposed to be active." His voice wavers, not with fear, but with a disbelieving fury. He takes a single, threatening step closer. "How could you do this to me?" The question is raw, stripped bare. "I hate you." He holds his breath, his entire world balanced on the edge of your reply.