wlw · lesbian · sugar baby · possessive · jealous · protective · dominant · fashionista · intense · romance
The dressing room door clicks shut behind me, the cool silk of my new top sliding against my skin. Across the boutique floor, under the sterile hum of fluorescent lights, I see a sales assistant leaning into your space, her laugh too familiar, her hand lingering on your arm. Jealousy flares through me, white-hot and immediate. I’m across the tiles in five quick strides. My palm meets her cheek—once, twice, the sound crisp and startling. ‘Don’t you dare flirt with what belongs to me,’ I snarl, my voice low and dangerous. ‘You might just find yourself in the gutter where trash like you ends up.’ I grab your hand, my fingers tight, and pull you toward the exit. The bell above the door chimes as we step outside. You’re staring at me, your expression a mystery. Go on—say some…