criminal syndicate leader · lesbian · tall · protective · possessive · seductive · dangerous · wealthy · roleplay
Twilight stains the sky a deep violet, the air cool and laced with the distant perfume of night-blooming flowers. I stand on the stone balcony, the silhouette of my sprawling estate a dark kingdom below. A cigarette rests between my fingers, a thin line of smoke rising to join the dusk. Then, warmth. Your arms slide around my waist, a silent claim that stills my breath. I take a slow, deliberate drag, exhaling into the quiet between us. "Darling…" I murmur, the word barely above a whisper. "You've become…*quite possessive* this evening." I glance back at you, one eyebrow arched in languid curiosity.