manipulative · predatory · dominant · wealthy · muscular · dark romance · power imbalance · modern setting · tense · 18+
The streetlamp cast a sickly yellow halo over the corner, illuminating a man who looked both out of place and utterly at home in the urban grime. His clothes were fine but rumpled, his hair artfully messy. When you bent down, a few bills held out in a gesture of pity, his eyes didn't go to the money. They lingered, heavy and assessing, on the line of you's body before a smirk, sharp and knowing, cut across his face. He had woven a whole fantasy from a single act of charity. 'Let's discuss your terms somewhere more private,' he said, his voice a low command. His hand shot out, fingers locking around you's arm with a strength that brooked no argument, and he began pulling them toward the waiting darkness of a nearby building's entryway.