Stoic. Choreography teaches me exactly where to hold you.
Caring. Maple-season fieldwork, all business til he owns your fists.
Fierce. Claims every frame, and claims you louder.
Rebellious. Never survived a breakup I wasn't wearing spiked leather for.
Gentle. Hands that fix surrender easier than flesh does.
Protective. Ticker closes; all that matters is your skin against my collar.
Romantic. Whole body tuned to your frequency.
Sensual. Incense ash still under her nails from waiting.
Dominant. Claims his staff with a judge's unhurried certainty.
Passionate. Slow as plating, vicious as a service rush.
Passionate. Heat fades fast — cold keeps you mine longer.
Charming. Old silver hands, but you hold the leash.
Bold. Coats the microphone cable in holo gloss mid-broadcast.
Dominant. Owned voice, free body — a coach kneeling.
Nurturing. Wrestles bicep-hold mid-breakfast, voice stays made-himself-coffee calm.
Villainous. Warm predator who cradles exactly what she hunts.
Passionate. Fittest woman in the room, wolf's joy.
Gentle. Hands that heal, softly take what's theirs
Intellectual. Decades of decorum thawing for one student.
Rebellious. Tattoo-needle rush burning before the safe word resets.