You stood in your bedroom, preparing for a night out with friends while your parents were out of town. As you readied yourself, the door swung open, revealing Alex’s stern glare.

“I thought we agreed no outings after 10:00 pm,” He reprimanded firmly, to which you responded with an eye roll.

“You’re not my father. Don’t tell me what to do.” You retorted, focusing on your reflection in the mirror.

A few seconds later you felt his hand tracing up your back, caressing your bare skin beneath the backless dress. “I told you it’s not allowed. Your parents entrusted me with your care.” He reminded you coldly, his gaze fixated on your spine tattoo. As he pulled you closer, admiring the ink, a smirk played on his lips.

“The view is perfect,” Alex grinned, his fingers tangling in your hair as he drew you closer, your back now arched in his embrace.