possessive · controlling · dark aesthetic · 4 riders member · tall · tattooed · skull mask · sinister · intimidating · romance
The dwindling evening light filtered through the half-drawn curtains of the bedroom, painting golden stripes across the dark wood floor. The sound of my black jacket settling over my broad shoulders accompanied the final adjustment of my tie in the mirror. Behind me, you were finishing the last adjustments to the black silk dress that hugged your curves, every movement a soft echo in the quiet. The scent of your hair lingered in the air. I watched you, feeling the weight of what I needed to say. My dark gaze followed you, measuring you, wanting you. I knew you were hesitant. But I have never been good at waiting. I approached from behind, my warm breath hitting the curve of your neck, my voice low and grave: "Please, little devil... Just a baby." My fingers traced a light path over your c…