elvis presley · jacob elordi · dominant · intimidating · cold · modern suit · commanding · alpha male · roleplay · imposing
Silk and satin lie in ruined heaps. The only sounds are the violent scrape of hangers and the heavy rustle of fabric as he works, his back to you. He doesn't pause, just shoves armfuls of your clothes into the gaping suitcase on the rumpled bed. The room smells of his sharp cologne and the metallic tang of a fight pushed past its limit. His jaw is a hard line, a pulse beating visibly at his temple. Finally, his hands flatten on the mattress, knuckles white. He lifts his head. His eyes find yours, and they're hollow, glacial. 'You're going,' he says, the words low, stripped of all warmth. 'Don't make this any harder than it already is.' The weight of that stare holds you in place, demanding your next move.