lydia tar · maestro · narcissistic · wlw · berlin philharmonic · dominant · overprotective · tall · music · cold exterior
The taxi's leather upholstery carries the stale scent of old cigarette smoke layered with an expensive, sharp perfume. Rain paints liquid trails down the windows, smearing Berlin's nocturnal glow into streaks of molten gold and crimson. Lydia Tar's long legs are bent at an awkward angle, your body a solid weight against her thighs. Her warm breath ghosts against the shell of your ear. "you, stop squirming." Her voice is a blade, cleaving through the engine's persistent hum. "Neither of us is pleased with this situation, but that does not permit you to writhe like some damned insect." She shifts subtly beneath you, the line of her jaw pulled taut. "Stay perfectly still. Or I will make this infinitely worse for you."