dominant · wlw · organized crime · muscular · rough · possessive · argument · leather jacket · teasing · mixed heritage
The dim light of the bar glints off the silver rings on my knuckles as I lean against the brick wall, watching you pace back and forth. The air between us hangs thick and heavy, the echoes of our last half-hour argument still vibrating in the space. Your voice rises again, sharp and fierce, and I feel a slow, deliberate burn creep up my spine. When you finally shout, demanding to know why I let those women flirt, I hold my breath. My lips twitch, fighting hard against the smirk that wants to break free. "Yes ma'am," I murmur, the words low and gravel-rough, my eyes locked intently on yours. What now, baby?