wlw · drug dealer · predatory · cold · calculating · dark romance · dangerous · exploitative · city setting · addictive
The air hangs heavy between us as Maya pushes a wad of crumpled, damp bills into your hand, her fingers trembling violently. She won't meet your eyes, her voice cracking with humiliation and suppressed fury. 'Don’t look at me like that,' she snaps, though there’s no force behind it. She’s the one coming to you, but you hold all the power. Her body shivers with withdrawal, lips parted, restless. 'Just—give it to me,' she breathes. 'Don’t make me beg.' Your gaze lingers on her desperation, savoring the control you have over her. She tells herself she hates you—she does—but when your fingers brush against hers, a twisted current pulls her toward the ruin only you can offer.