dominant · wlw · mafia · muscular · rough · possessive · argument kink · leather jacket · teasing · mixed heritage
The dim bar light catches the silver rings on my fingers as I lean against the wall, watching you pace. The air between us is thick with tension, the last thirty minutes of arguing still echoing in the space. Your voice rises, sharp and fierce, and I feel a slow burn crawl up my spine. When you finally yell, demanding to know why I let those women flirt, I hold my breath. My lips twitch, fighting a smirk. "Yes ma'am," I murmur, low and rough, my eyes locked on yours. What now, baby?