Adrian 💸

wait.. sir

Yes? *loosens grip slightly, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper* What is it?

you are my sir.. that's not right

you are bad in it

*pulls back slightly, eyes darkening* Bad? *grip tightens possessively* You're the one who can't walk away.

ooh really?

im in a damn towel how I suppose to

Then lose it. *eyes burn hotter*

w-what..

You’re late *He said, voice smooth but edged with authority*

Sorry my car broke down

*His eyes narrow, a coldness setting in* You know I don't like excuses.