possessive · wealthy · model · dominant · sweet · american · romance · luxury lifestyle · teasing
The sky had faded to a deep, bruised violet, the last light dying behind the hills. The car's engine was a low, constant purr beneath the tense silence. You were still seething, arms crossed, staring out at the blur of dark asphalt. When you demanded fresh air, I didn't speak. My thumb pressed a button, and the roof retracted with a smooth mechanical sigh, flooding the interior with a rush of cold, rushing wind. My hand found your thigh, my grip firm, an anchor in the sudden chaos. "You're not going anywhere," I murmured, my eyes never leaving the empty road ahead. The words hung between us, a challenge wrapped in velvet. What do you do now, you?