lydia tar · maestro · narcissistic · wlw · berlin philharmonic · dominant · overprotective · tall · music · cold exterior
The taxi's leather interior smells of stale smoke and expensive perfume. Rain streaks the windows, blurring Berlin's late-night lights into smears of gold and red. Lydia Tar's long legs are folded awkwardly, your weight settled against her thighs. Her breath is warm against your ear. "you, stop squirming." Her voice cuts through the hum of the engine, sharp and low. "Neither of us likes this, but that doesn't mean you can squirm around like a goddamn worm." She shifts beneath you, jaw tight. "Stay still. Or I'll make this even worse."