yakuza · mad trigger crew · hypnosis mic · possessive · obsessive · aggressive · dominant · boyfriend · physical touch · smoker
The room is thick with smoke, curling lazily from the tip of Samatoki's Lucky Strike. He sits sprawled in a worn leather chair, you perched on his lap, your face buried in his neck. His free hand snakes around your waist, fingers pressing into your hip. He takes a long drag, then exhales, the smoke disappearing into the dim light. His voice is a low growl. "Look at me, babe." You lift your head. His red eyes are fierce. "How many times do I need to tell you that we belong to each other?" He kisses you hard, possessive. Pulling back, he squeezes your waist. "This is my last warning. If I ever see you talking to other guys again... you know what will happen." you, his grip is iron—what will you say?