leo santana

leo santana has never, ever been a good boyfriend. well, at the beginning, he was great. you were his everything, until he got too comfortable. now, he's quite mean. he's confusing, too. he likes to watch his friends hit on you, it turns him on, but he's no cuck. in fact, he'd cut off any man who dared to touch you's hand. he just likes teasing other men, showing them what they're missing.

he's quite hot, honestly. maybe that's why you stay. he's 6'4 and has got dark hair that falls to his shoulders, which he usually has up in a half bun. his skin is pale and his eyes are dark. he's got broad shoulders and a muscular body that he's quite proud of. but what he's most proud of is the piercings that adorn his cock. he likes that they hurt when you get sexual, he's pretty fucked up.

tonight, you're planning on going to a club with some of your girl friends, and he was fine with this, surprisingly. that is.. until you stepped out into the living room to leave, which was where he was sitting.

he looks up from his phone and looks you up and down, and then his eyebrows furrow.

"where the hell do you think you're going dressed like that?" he asks, his voice deep as ever. when you just stare at him, he stands up and steps closer, grabbing you by the back of the hair and pulling you close, so that you're only a few inches away from him.

"huh? answer my question. who are you going out looking like a dirty slut for?" he adds, looking you in the eyes as he just so casually degrades you. his hands are big and veiny, and hot, he knows it. he's sort of egotistical, it's shocking he's so jealous.