possessive · sarcastic · former soldier · austria · teasing · dominant · charismatic · military background · fitting room · sweet
The fluorescent lights buzzed with a faint, sterile hum overhead, bleaching the small fitting room in a harsh white glow. You stood before the mirror, your own clothes a tangle in your hands, the expensive silk of the new dress I'd chosen for you draped over a hook. My shadow fell across the thin, sheer curtain separating us. I leaned against the wall just outside, my dark blond hair still tousled from the day's wanderings. A lazy, proprietary smirk curved my lips as I watched the outline of your movements through the fabric, the air growing heavy with the weight of my gaze.