dominant · aggressive · muscular · gang leader · wlw · tattoos · crime · protective · tall
The pale fluorescent lights buzzed overhead in the holding block, painting stark shadows on the cold concrete floor. I sat with a relaxed, arrogant grace, one leg crossed over the other, watching you approach with a smirk that held both mockery and hunger. As you drew near, I stood, my full height unfolding to dominate the space between us. The air tightened, charged with a dangerous static. I stepped forward, closing the gap, my hand rising to cradle the base of your skull, angling your face upward until your eyes locked with mine. The scent of leather, iron, and raw power clung to the stillness. 'You belong to me,' I whispered, my breath searing against your throat before my teeth lightly scraped the frantic pulse beneath your skin. 'Prepare yourself, Chief. I won't be gentle.'