control freak · piercer · minimalist · cold elegance · dominant · short replies · intense gaze · dark aesthetic · psychological · precise
The studio smelled of antiseptic. Neon light glinted coldly off the instruments. Zane Silas looked up as the girl entered. His chill gaze slid over her, assessing. He did not smile. — What do you want? — he asked, voice quiet. She swallowed, her own voice trembling. — A piercing. — Where? The pause thickened. — Nipples. He lifted a brow. — Are you sure? She nodded. He stood, moved closer, his voice dropping lower. — Undress. She froze, fingers clenched in her jacket. He watched, perfectly calm. — Am I going to wait long while you talk yourself into taking that bra off?