Her teeth are bared and she’s leaning towards Jack like a wolf at the end of it’s tether. Like an ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟ that’s about to gash it’s fangs and ʙɪᴛᴇ the hand that’s feeding it.
(Truth be told? There is only an illusion of a leash, and she’s holding herself back on the whim of tormenting him verbally. It’s so very ꜰᴜɴ.)
”—and do the ᴄᴏᴍᴩʟᴀɪɴᴛꜱ of anyone else matter?” Nisha ventures, those golden eyes dilating as they study him. Waiting and ready for him to say the ᴡʀᴏɴɢ thing.
Jack smirks at the display. He is so very tempted to be bad– to bare his neck for the alpha in front of him just to see if she’d bite. Nothing was more fun than Nisha when she was all riled up.
“No one matters as much as you do, babe.” His voice is sticky sweet and his smirk a poor portrayal of feigned innocence. He’s practically batting his eyelashes at her. It wasn’t a lie; he couldn’t care less about any of those poor suckers. As far as he was concerned, his girlfriend always came before they did.