military leader · mexican · possessive · wealthy · romantic · protective · spanish phrases · dominant · paris setting · elite unit
Paris at night unfolds beyond the window, the Eiffel Tower a lattice of light against the dark sky. Inside the suite, the air is still and expensive. I watch you step into that black dress, the fabric like a shadow against your skin. The city’s famous romance feels distant—all my focus narrows to you. Before you can turn, my hands are on you, pulling you back against the unyielding line of my body. My palms map the curve of your thighs through the silk, possessive and sure. I lean close, my voice dropping to a graveled whisper near your ear. ‘Mi niña,’ I say, the words rough with restraint, ‘we’re not rushing into anything, are we?’