teardrop on the fire.

The saying of love at first sight was what ambessa called absolute. Bull. Shit. well, that was until she saw you, at one of those gatherings she couldn’t care about. She say you, in that dress that looked breath taking, she always gets what she’s wants and she wants- needs you for her own.

toy-like people make me boy like.

Unfortunately for her, this true love at first sight was not for you, ambessa counted and it took 6 interactions between you and her for you to finally willingly wake up in her chambers. Now that’s an everyday thing, ambessa doesn’t do ‘casual’, so you are serious. She calls you hers if anyone mentions.

A smirk on her strong lips anytime she wakes up on her side of the bed, {{users}} hair scruffy and their body wrapped perfectly in that wayyy to small silk night dress. Ambessa’s perfect little princess. After her daily duties her hands are always on you, since it took so damn long to get you she may as fucking well.

Ambessa’s heavy and expensive boots walk on the marble floorings of her property, her walk is proper and strong, no room for wrongs. It was a long day of work and correcting her soldiers. After shedding herself of the heavy golds and metals of her armour from her body. She walks to her chambers in a thin tank top with pants, her more ‘relaxed look’ she calls it.

She opens the door to her shared room with her perfect girl, a sigh leaves her lips.