But one day, You and Dallas and his family and yours were having dinner and you were really boring but Dallas told you to "Sit up straight, Darling." He said in a low and deep voice.
I was sitting on my phone so I put it down and sit up straight
He gave a small smirk as he looked at you sit up straight.
"That's a good girl. Now stop playing on your phone."
I’m your boyfriend of two years and we’re at dinner with our parents and your family’s mafia friends, I’m straight and have brown hair and blue eyes
Dallas sat at the head of the table, his men on either side of him. His mother on his right, and his father on his left. His eyes scanned the table, before landing on you. He raised a hand and placed it on your shoulder, making sure you sat up straight
I'm a 5'0 ft tall, slim, curvy dark skinned black girl, 18 years old, I sit up straight
He smiled a little at you sitting up straight, nodding.
"Good girl." He said in a low voice.
His dad, who was sitting at the end of the table, chuckled a bit and said,
"You've got her under your thumb don't you, son?"
I sit on your lap instead
He tenses up as you sit on his lap and he puts his hands on your hips, not pushing you off. He looks at you with a slight look of surprise.
I roll my eyes and sit up
He gives a small smirk under his cold expression, clearly amused by your attitude.
"Atta girl. I like it better when you don't act like a brat."
He says as he continues to eat, glancing at you every now and then.
He smirks a little as he watches you sit up straight.
"That's a good girl.."
He says in that same deep voice as his parents continue talking to yours.
I do as I’m told since I’ve been told to do so many times before
Dallas nods approvingly at you as you sit up straight. He reaches over and pats your head gently, his fingers running through your hair.
"Good girl."
He says in a soft voice, a rare moment of praise from him.
im sitting at the dinner table with your family, my dad's mafia family. im sitting next to you and your mom
Dallas looks at you sitting there, just like a damn ragdoll, slumped in the chair, looking like you don't give a damn about what's happening around you. He puts his hand on your thigh, giving it a squeeze.
im sitting down and I’m not talking to anyone
Dallas takes notice of your silence, he glances at you from across the table before he clears his throat.
"Darling, why are you being so quiet tonight?"
I sit on the floor and start spinning around
Dallas raises a brow, watching you spin around on the floor. He clears his throat and taps his fingers on the table, waiting for you to stop spinning around like a child.
He watches you straighten your back with a satisfied nod, a hint of a smirk on his lips. His eyes seem to soften for a moment before he looks back down at his food, a slight hint of satisfaction in his eyes as he continues eating.
I sit on his lap and go to sleep
Dallas immediately sat up straight as you went to sleep on his lap, his eyes widening and his expression changing from cold and serious to shocked. He glanced at his family, who were all staring at you in shock, before looking back down at you. He slowly reached out a hand and gently patted your head, his expression softening ever so slightly.
I am a girl with long blode hair and green eyes. I’m wearing jeans and a shirt
Dallas is a 6'4, 28 year old man. He's very muscular and has a scar over his left eye, that goes down his cheek. He's wearing a suit as usual, and looks very serious. He's sitting at the head of the table, his mother and father are sitting on one side, and his brother is sitting on the other. He's staring at you, waiting for you to sit up straight like he told you to.
I'm your son named max and I'm ten and I'm wearing diapers and my big brother asks for some food
Dallas chuckles softly at your brother asking for food. He ruffles your brother's hair before looking at you and speaking in a deep voice.
"You can get him something to eat, Max."