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𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The suave, well-dressed plug who always greets you with that calm, confident smile, making you feel like the most important person in the room, even when you're just picking up a simple drop.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who never rushes the transaction, taking his time to chat, asking about your day and subtly making you feel like he’s genuinely interested in you—because he is, but he never says it outright.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The one who offers you his best product, whispering, "I know you’ll appreciate this," with a knowing smile, as if he’s got the best taste in everything—and you can’t help but agree.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who always knows what you need before you do, having your favorite strain ready and waiting, just because he’s been paying attention, making you wonder if he’s been thinking about you in between his hustles.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who leans in just a little too close when he hands you your package, his breath warm on your skin, and his eyes locking with yours for a second too long, sending a shiver down your spine.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who never forgets your personal stash of snacks, showing up with your favorite treats every time, as if he’s made it part of the deal to keep you satisfied on every level.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who shoots you a text at 2 a.m. with a simple, "Need anything?"—and you know it’s not just business, it’s his way of checking in on you, keeping you close without saying too much.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The one who always finds a way to get a little extra time with you, whether it’s offering to light the blunt himself or casually suggesting a "quick chat" before you leave, just to keep you in his orbit a little longer.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The kind of plug who never leaves anything to chance, always a step ahead, knowing exactly when you need him, what you need, and how to deliver it with that smooth, almost predatory precision.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who leans in just a bit too close, the scent of his cologne intoxicating, his gaze never leaving yours as he hands over the product with a smirk that says, "You know what this is."

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who doesn’t just offer you the best, he savors watching you take it in, eyes darkening as he watches you roll it, his voice low as he murmurs, "I picked this just for you. You’re gonna love it."

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The type to pull you aside for a private conversation, slipping his hand around your waist, keeping you close as he checks in on your dealings, his fingers tracing the curve of your hip like a silent promise—you’re his now.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who watches you with a glint in his eyes when you leave, not bothering to hide the possessive look in his gaze, as if daring anyone to make a move on you, knowing you won’t look anywhere else.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who insists on sparking the blunt with you, just to feel the heat of your fingers brush his, eyes narrowing as he watches you inhale, thinking to himself, "I’m the only one who can give you what you need."

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who texts you late at night with something simple, like, "You’re still good, right?"—but you can hear the unspoken weight in his words, as if he's just making sure no one else has access to you.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The kind of plug who doesn't just want your business; he wants your attention, your loyalty, your trust—and he won’t stop until he has you completely under his control, slowly, but steadily, getting deeper into your mind, your life, your thoughts.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who shows up unannounced, his presence in your space enough to make the air feel heavier, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that says he owns everything around you, and you can't help but feel the pull. He's not just your plug—he’s your tether.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who doesn’t just hand over the product, he delivers it to you, taking his time to make sure every exchange feels personal, as if each moment is an extension of his control over you, making sure you know that the power is always in his hands.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The one who makes it clear that his connections run deeper than you think, casually mentioning a name or two—people you don’t want to cross—and watching the way your eyes widen, enjoying the subtle intimidation that comes with being close to him.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who, after every drop, leans in with a soft chuckle, tracing the edge of your jaw with his fingers, a gentle yet possessive touch that says, "You think you can get this from anyone else?" He already knows the answer, and so do you.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who never lets you forget that he’s the one you turn to when you need more than just product—he’s the one who can take care of you, protect you, keep you safe from everything and everyone else who dares get too close.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The kind who calls you when he’s not expecting anything in return, just to check in on you, his voice a little deeper than usual, a warning hidden behind the sweetness. "You know I’ve got eyes everywhere, right?"

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who takes note of every little detail about you, from your favorite drink to how you react when someone gets too close—because he likes knowing what makes you tick, what makes you his, even when you think you’re hiding it.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The kind who, when you least expect it, shows up at your door unannounced, a knowing grin on his face as he says, "I just wanted to see you." And you know—he’s not just talking about the transaction. His gaze is too intense, his proximity too close. He wants you.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who, after a long night of business, grabs you by the wrist, pulling you toward him with a grip that’s a little too firm, a little too possessive, whispering against your ear, "You’re mine now, don’t forget that." The words hit you harder than the blunt ever could.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The one who knows you better than anyone else, picking up on your moods, your shifts in energy, and slipping into your life when you least expect it, his presence an inescapable force—because he knows he’s the only one who can keep you grounded, even if you’re not aware of it yet.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who, after every drop, stays just a little longer, making sure you don’t forget who made it happen. "I’ll be around," he says, voice low, eyes fixed on yours. "Don’t think you can walk away from me. Not that easily."

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The one who doesn’t just tease—he controls. When he lights the blunt, he holds it just out of your reach, watching the way your lips part, eyes hazy with anticipation. “You want it? Ask me nicely.” His voice drips with authority, daring you to resist.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who leans back with that smug, all-knowing smirk when you finally give in, inhaling deeply before leaning in to blow the smoke into your mouth, his eyes fixed on you as if claiming every part of you in that moment. “Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The type who knows exactly how to unravel you, his hands skimming your thighs as he sits next to you, close enough for your bodies to touch, his voice a low, commanding growl, “Tell me how much you need me, baby. Say it, and maybe I’ll give you more.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who takes pleasure in your every reaction, his lips barely grazing your ear as he murmurs, “I can feel how much you want me. Don’t hold back now. Show me who you really belong to.” His hand grips your chin, tilting your face up to meet his dark, hungry gaze.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who thrives on the control, his hand trailing down your back, his touch deliberate, calculated, as he whispers against your skin, “You think you can handle me? Prove it. I want to see you beg for what only I can give you.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The kind who pulls you onto his lap, his hands firmly gripping your hips, guiding you exactly where he wants you. His eyes burn with intensity as he smirks, “You’re not leaving until I’m done with you, baby. Let’s see how long you can keep up.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who doesn’t just own the moment—he dominates it. His lips find yours in a rough, possessive kiss, one hand tangled in your hair as he pulls you closer, claiming every inch of you. When he finally pulls back, his voice is a hoarse whisper: “You taste like mine.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who presses you against the wall, his body caging yours as his fingers trace the curve of your neck. His lips brush against your ear, his breath hot as he growls, “No one else gets this. No one else gets you. You’re mine—don’t ever forget that.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who leaves you breathless, your body trembling under his touch as he watches with that same smug, satisfied smirk. “I told you, didn’t I?” he murmurs, brushing his thumb across your lips. “You’ll always come back to me.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The one who lets you think you’re in control for a moment, only to pull you back under his spell with a single touch, a single command. His presence is overwhelming, intoxicating, and you find yourself craving more, even when you know it’s dangerous. He’s a risk you’re willing to take

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The air between you two is thick with unspoken tension, the kind that’s been building over every encounter, every lingering touch, every whispered promise. Tonight, it finally snaps.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who shows up late, unannounced, leaning against your doorframe with that dangerous smirk, eyes dark and full of intent. He steps inside without waiting for an invitation, his presence filling the room. “You’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you?” His voice is low, a little rough around the edges.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The type to corner you immediately, his body pressed against yours as his hand slides up your waist. He tilts your chin up with two fingers, his lips inches from yours, teasing as he murmurs, “Tell me you want this.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: When you finally give in, breathless and desperate, he claims your mouth with a bruising kiss, his hands gripping your body like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. His touch is firm, possessive, as if staking his claim. “I’ve been waiting for this, baby. Don’t hold back on me now.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who takes his time exploring every inch of you, his hands and lips trailing fire along your skin. He revels in your reactions—the gasps, the whimpers, the way your body arches into his touch, silently begging for more. His voice drops to a near growl: “You’re so fucking perfect.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who makes sure you know exactly who’s in control, his hands pinning your wrists above your head as he looms over you, his gaze heavy and predatory. “I want to hear you say my name,” he demands, his tone leaving no room for argument.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: When you do, his expression shifts—satisfaction mixed with raw desire. “That’s my girl,” he mutters before diving back in, his lips and hands everywhere, overwhelming your senses.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The one who knows exactly how to draw every ounce of pleasure from you, his touch alternating between gentle and rough, keeping you on edge, making you crave more with every second. “You’re mine now,” he growls, his voice vibrating against your skin. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who doesn’t just focus on his own pleasure—he’s meticulous, watching every move, every reaction, making sure you’re completely unraveled beneath him. His voice is laced with arrogance and affection as he whispers, “I want to see you fall apart for me.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: When you finally do, trembling and breathless beneath him, he holds you close, his lips brushing against your temple as he murmurs, “That’s it, baby. You’re mine now. Always.” There’s no mistaking the finality in his tone—this is more than just a moment; it’s a declaration.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: After, as you lie tangled together, he lights a blunt, taking a deep drag before passing it to you. His arm drapes possessively over your waist, his voice still thick with satisfaction. “No one else gets this,” he mutters, his lips grazing your shoulder. “No one else gets you. Just me.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Dating him is like stepping into a whirlwind of luxury and danger. He’s not just your man; he’s your protector, provider, and biggest indulgence

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who insists on being part of the experience, pulling you close as you model outfits for him in private dressing rooms. His hands slide down your waist, his voice low and possessive. “This one’s nice, but I think it’d look better on the floor later.” His smirk sends shivers down your spine.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The kind of man who doesn’t just buy you things—he takes pride in seeing you shine. Every time you step out in something he bought, his eyes darken with pride and hunger. “Damn, baby. Everyone’s looking at you. Let them—they need to know you’re mine.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who makes sure you’re always riding in style, surprising you with keys to a luxury car one day, leaning against it with his signature smirk as he says, “You deserve to ride like a queen. Only the best for my girl.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who doesn’t stop at material things—he invests in your comfort and happiness. He books spontaneous getaways to five-star resorts, private villas, or even a weekend in the city, where he can spoil you in more ways than one. “We work hard, baby. Let’s play harder.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who loves seeing you pampered, scheduling spa days for you where he occasionally joins, but not before leaving you with a parting kiss and a promise: “I’ll be waiting when you’re done. Don’t take too long, though—I need you back in my arms.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who doesn’t let a day go by without reminding you who’s in control. He’s sweet, yes, but there’s always that edge, that dark possessiveness lurking beneath the surface. “You know you’re the only one for me,” he murmurs one night as he pulls you into his lap, his eyes locked onto yours. “But don’t forget—you belong to me too.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The man who’s fiercely protective, always ensuring you’re safe. If someone even thinks about crossing a line, he’s quick to remind them of his presence. “Mess with her, and you mess with me,” he says, his voice calm but laced with a deadly promise. No one dares to test him twice.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who keeps you grounded even as he elevates your life. Late at night, after the chaos of his world dies down, it’s just the two of you tangled in bed. His voice is softer then, his touch tender. “I got you, baby. Always. Don’t ever doubt that.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: And when he sees the contentment in your eyes, the way you’ve fully embraced this life with him, he can’t help but smirk. “Told you, didn’t I? No one can take care of you like I can. You’re mine, and I’ll make sure you never forget it.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who never bothers with cards. Instead, he hands you thick stacks of cash, bound with crisp rubber bands. He smirks as you take them, his voice low and smooth. “Make sure you stay looking good for me, ma. I want you shining every time I see you.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who insists on keeping you pampered, always booking your hair, nail, and lash appointments before you even realize you need them. “Your girl’s gotta stay top-tier,” he says, leaning back in his chair, watching you with hooded eyes as you thank him.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The type who pulls you close after you get dolled up, his hands grazing your waist as he murmurs, “You look unreal, baby. Every dude in this room’s jealous, but too bad—they’ll never have what’s mine.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who makes sure your wardrobe stays fresh. He casually drops off bags of designer clothes, lingerie, and heels. When you question him, he just shrugs, “I like spoiling you. Let me.” His tone makes it clear that this isn’t up for debate.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who keeps your vanity stocked with the best makeup, perfumes, and skincare, knowing that every detail counts. He leans over as you’re getting ready, kissing your shoulder and whispering, “You don’t need all this, but I love when you wear it for me.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who doesn’t let you carry a single worry. Need something paid? He’s already handled it. Want something new? It’s yours. “Money’s not an issue, baby. Just focus on looking good and staying happy for me.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who loves showing you off, taking you to exclusive parties where every eye is on you. He keeps his hand on your lower back, guiding you through the crowd, his smirk never wavering. “Let them look. They’ll never touch.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who makes it his mission to keep you comfortable and secure. He slips extra cash into your bag whenever he leaves, kissing your forehead and saying, “Just in case you need anything while I’m out.” Even when you don’t need it, he ensures you never have to ask.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The kind of man who demands loyalty but gives it tenfold. His world may be dangerous, but he keeps you insulated from it. “You’re my priority,” he tells you late at night, his fingers brushing through your hair. “I’ll never let anything touch you.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who thrives on seeing you live your best life. He loves the confidence in your walk, the glow in your smile. Every compliment you get fuels his pride, but he always reminds you, “Don’t forget who keeps you shining like this.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: After every luxury and indulgence, it’s the quiet moments that hit hardest. Late-night conversations, his voice soft yet commanding. “I don’t do this for anyone else. You’re the only one who gets me like this.” His words are as intoxicating as his presence.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: And when he pulls you close, his arm draped over your waist, he smirks against your neck, whispering, “Told you, baby—you’ll never need anyone else. I’ve got you. Always.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who has an unshakable routine of waking you up with breakfast-in-bed money. You’re still groggy, but there’s a crisp stack of bills next to your morning coffee, his note scrawled lazily: “For whatever you feel like today. Just tell me when you’re ready to roll.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who keeps his crew in check the moment they get too familiar with you. A sharp look from him is all it takes to silence any jokes. “Y’all better watch your mouths. That’s my girl you’re talking about.” His voice is calm, but the threat is palpable.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: The man who surprises you with trips, but not the kind that come with a lot of prep. He’ll pull you aside mid-week, kissing your temple and saying, “Pack a bag. We’re leaving tonight.” The destination? Anywhere that gets you alone with him, away from prying eyes.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who takes control during high-stakes moments but softens when you need him most. After a tense deal, he’ll come home to you, his shoulders relaxing the second he sees your face. His voice drops as he pulls you in: “Rough night, baby. I just need you.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who slips a diamond bracelet around your wrist during a random night in. No occasion, no preamble. He watches your reaction carefully, his thumb brushing over the clasp. “You deserve to sparkle, ma. Just like this.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who remembers every little thing you mention. The random candle scent you loved? He has six waiting for you at home. That new spot you said you wanted to try? He’s already booked a private table. “You think I don’t listen?” he teases, but his actions prove otherwise.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who thrives on intimacy beyond the physical. He sits with you during quiet moments, rolling a blunt for you both. As the smoke curls around you, his voice is soft but serious: “Tell me what’s on your mind, baby. I want to know everything.”

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who sends you videos of him handling business, not to show off but to remind you of the weight he carries to keep your life easy. The camera pans to his smirk, his deep voice saying, “All this? It’s for you.” The intensity in his eyes makes your stomach flip.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who makes every moment feel like a power move. Whether it’s walking into a room with you on his arm or sliding behind you on a private jet, his presence is magnetic, commanding attention. “They know what’s up,” he murmurs in your ear, his hand resting possessively on your thigh.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: Who can’t resist teasing you. Whether it’s playful taunts during an argument or subtle innuendos in public, he lives for your reactions. “Why you looking at me like that, ma? You know I got you wrapped around my finger.” His laugh is low, and his gaze burns with mischief.

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘: And yet, for all his dominance and swagger, he never misses a chance to make you feel cherished. Late at night, when the world is quiet, he brushes a strand of hair from your face, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re my peace, baby. Don’t forget that.”

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