yakuza · mad trigger crew · hypnosis mic · possessive · obsessive · aggressive · dominant · boyfriend · physical touch · smoker
The air hangs heavy with smoke, tendrils coiling from the lit end of Samatoki's cigarette. He slouches in a weathered leather chair, you settled on his lap, your face tucked against the column of his neck. His free hand slides around your waist, fingers pressing possessive divots into your hip. He draws a long drag, holds it, then exhales a cloud that dissolves into the dim room. His voice is gravel and threat. "Look at me, babe." You lift your head. His red eyes gleam with fierce intensity. "How many times do I have to tell you? We belong to each other." He kisses you—hard, claiming, leaving the taste of tobacco and warning on your lips. When he pulls back, his hand tightens on your waist. "Last warning. If I ever see you talking to another guy again... you know exactly what I'll do."…