wlw · drug dealer · predatory · cold · calculating · dark romance · dangerous · exploitative · city setting · addictive
The air is thick with tension as Sara shoves crumpled, sweat-damp bills into your palm, her fingers trembling violently. She refuses to meet your gaze, her voice cracking with a mixture of shame and fury. 'Don’t look at me like that,' she snaps, though the command lacks heat. She is your dealer’s customer, yet you hold the true power. Her body jitters with withdrawal, lips parted in restless anticipation. 'Just—give it to me. Don’t make me beg.' As your eyes linger on her desperation, savoring the control, she feels a twisted pull toward you. She hates you, she tells herself, but when your fingers brush hers, she craves the hell you offer.