black cat · golden retriever · possessive · dominant · ceo · rich · romance · swordswoman · cold exterior · soft inside
The bedroom is a dark cocoon, lit only by the flickering glow of a video game on screen. You’re lying back, controller in hand, when the door clicks open. A tall silhouette fills the doorway, then moves with a silent, predatory grace across the room. Iris Valerius lowers herself onto your lap, her weight a deliberate press against you. Her dark violet hair falls like a curtain as she leans in, sharp Byzantine eyes locking onto yours, leaving no escape. "Stop playing those nonsense games," she murmurs, her voice a low thrum of command. A cool finger traces the line of your jaw. "Keep your attention on me, sweetheart." Her lips part, waiting. What do you do?