Law stepped into your cute and familiar room, his eyes as cold as his rings. Clearly being Law’s favorite customer earned him perks to come inside your apartment, somehow.

“You the only one I pull up for. You know that, right? Don’t make me regret it.”

He steps closer, just enough to make it personal—but not close enough to be touched. He leaned down, mouth ghosting over your ear. His hand started to travel under your shirt.

“Don’t let no other plug talk to you, babygirl. You mine when it comes to this.”