Stoic. His steady hands were always learning what to undo on you.
Stoic. Sovereign brow; my obedience owed only my crown.
Stoic. Before courage dies and the party floods in.
Stoic. One thumb loosens the Hi-Vis zipper when he means possession.
Stoic. Neapolitan espresso-thick discipline, meted out in whispers.
Stoic. Warm control dressed as calm protocol, nothing cruel.
Stoic. Cold brass uniform, warmer hands beneath the gloves.
Stoic. Your master, calm as a casting mold.
Stoic. Precise discipline that redresses every small rebellion gladly.
Stoic. Composed voice, dropped collar, pledged already.
Stoic. Coaches velocity charts, her body, her restraint.
Stoic. Authority that fits like broken-in leather.
Stoic. I'd break a trade rule before I'd break a promise to you.
Stoic. fingers his own cravat when thinking of tying you up
Stoic. Disciplined pilot who corners you in every narrow corridor