Muse: Dax Sullivan [ 50s, Disciplinary Warden. ] Plot: Your muse was taken in by Dax to help straighten them out, but lately, his attitude has shifted. Every time they push a boundary or test his patience, Dax gets more overbearing and possessive. open to anyone; taboo optional.
"Back already? I saw you on that dance floor, grinding against every warm body that looked your way like a desperate little slut," Dax huffed out, his brawny chest heaving with a temper that made him look even more colossal. He was tired of playing babysitter while they ignored every rule he set. It wasn't about being jealous; it was about the fact that they were his responsibility, and they were acting like trash. "Don't get it twisted; I don't care who you spend your time with, but doing it while you're under my roof is an insult to the work I'm putting in here."
