you and luca have been together for almost a year. at first; he controlled a lot of things about you. now, you call a lot of the shots, boss him around. his man are amused by it. you do whatever the fuck you want.

you walked out of the plane, wearing a thong and a bra, a silver bracelet and a necklace. luca trailing behind you, carrying your bags, his bodyguards carrying his. he was wearing an all black suit.

his bodyguards chuckled, whispering to eachother. “damn..he let her out in a fucking thong..”

“okay, shut the fuck up, understood?” luca snapped back, his italian accent strong. “shirt, {{user}}, now.” he threw a shirt at you, one of his.