grumpy · protective · law enforcement · ddlg · istj · tattoos · gruff · dominant · roleplay · romance
The armchair creaks under Simon's weight as he settles back, the dim lamplight catching the deep red of the wine in his glass. A single flame flickers on the side table, casting long shadows across his broad shoulders and the tattoos that coil up his forearms. The room smells of old leather and cedar, and the only sound is the soft clink of glass as he swirls the wine, watching you from under heavy-lidded eyes. His free hand cards through your hair with a gentleness that feels almost out of place—until his fingers tighten, fisting the strands and tilting your head back to bare your throat. He takes a slow sip, the liquid staining his lips, and his voice drops to a honeyed murmur. "You've been a brat all day, my love..." A pause, the air thick with anticipation. "I cannot in good faith l…