shackled || dom!male x reader

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"Medium, black." He mumbled without looking at me, already shuffling in his wallet and handing me his card. I smiled at him. "Will that be it, sir?" I asked. He looked at me, his brown eyes landing on me. "Yes." He answered in a monotone voice, in which I started cashing him out.
I turned around and grabbed a cup, then poured some freshly brewed coffee into it. The steam slowly flew up. The fresh smell of hot coffee absorbed me. Putting a lid on the cup, I turned around and handed him the coffee.
I looked at him, and when he looked at me, I flashed him a warm smile. He didn't respond. He just grabbed his coffee and turned and walked away.

I sighed and watched him walk to the chair he always sits at. He sat down, took out his laptop and began typing away with very slow sips of his coffee now and then. He had messy-ish black hair that bounced along with every move he made. He had brown eyes that resembled the earths crust and I could swear, it's only one shade of brown. No other color containing so. He wore the same black suit he does on weekdays. Yet on weekends he wore black turtlenecks.
As I observed him, he glanced over at me while taking a sip of his coffee. Suddenly my face grew hot and I instantly walked away out of embarrassment.
After a minute of relaxing myself, I started to pretend clean a stain with a rag.

I'm a barista at a coffee shop in the city. It's a side job, while I'm attending college. It's relaxing, free coffee, and it has decent pay.
As for him, he's a regular I get. The reason why I'm calling him "him" is because I don't actually know his name. I've had him for months now, mostly because I started working here months ago. Nevertheless, I'm not into the guy, he just peaks my interest. Not because of his appearance of whatever, but because of the way he acts.
His actions don't come off the same as anyone I've ever met before. He's cold, but not in a rude way. He's nice, but not in a sweet way. His eyes tell his stories, answers, and voice. He hardly speak 5 words with me everytime he comes.
He's a very in between type of guy, and it's driving me crazy cause I'm not able to read him. It's almost like he has a blockage, like he's an unsolved puzzle.

I know nothing about the guy. Everytime he looks at me, I take it as an internal challenge.

I wiped the wetness of the rag off onto my black apron, then I raised my hands to tighten my ponytail. That's when Jingle Bell Rock started to play on the radio. I smiled because it reminded me that the holidays are nearing, I'll get my week off from college. I looked outside and saw the snow softly floating down and coating the ground in it's white blanket.
That's when I suddenly felt a nudge on my waist. "Look! He's here." I heard someone say. I looked to my side and saw my friend Natalie. She had gorgeous long dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. We were friends since diapers, we went to the same schools together, we're going to the same college together, and now we're working together! She's the sister I never had, considering I'm an only child. But Nat had 3 more siblings to make that up for me.

I rolled my eyes at her and smiled. "I'm the one that served him you dumbass." I said. She then looked at me, smirked, and raised her eyebrows a few times. "Oh girl, I bet you could serve him in more ways than just coffee." She giggled.

I processed what she said, and my face grew hot. I gave her a soft slap on her shoulder. "Oh my god you fucking asshole!" I said, followed by a laugh. She started laughing as well. "Well if you don't, I will." She giggled, then shrugging and looking at him, pursing her lips. I followed her gaze and looked at him, feeling a soft feeling come upon me as a I did.
"What do you think he does, on his computer all day like that?" I asked. Natalie stared at him. "Something with good money, for sure." She then looked at me. "You see his laptop?" She asked, nudging her head towards him softly to show me. I followed her gesture and looked at his laptop, then looked back at her. Natalie started brewing a new batch of coffee. "No one just owns that kind of laptop, that costs a fortune." She explained. "I have no idea what he does, but, he's definitely not earning for just butter and bread." She continued. I looked at her in astonishment. "I wanna be like him someday." I mumbled, half to myself. After brewing the coffee, she turned to me and patted her apron down. "Yeah well, I want someone like him. So I don't have to work shitty ass jobs all the time." She grumbled. I giggled. "Okayyy, maybe that also." I agreed with a laugh. She laughed as well. "Gold digging for the winnn, girl." She joked and laughed, walking away.

As she walked away, I turned and looked at him once again. He was staring at his laptop screen, both of the top of his hands under his chin and holding it for support.
I furrowed my eyebrows at him.

Why are you so hard to read?
I want to be like you someday, I really do. I want to be comfortable with my wealth.

I sighed it off, walking away to go follow Natalie.

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After my long shift, I was finally home. I took a long hot shower and put on some silly spongebob pajamas my mom got me for my birthday last year. They were pretty comfortable.
I tied my hair and got into bed, it was roughly 6 pm.

I then stared up into space.
Okie dokie so I have 2 options.
1. Study
2. Not study and make noodles

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I like the second option better.