Sata Jones Imagine May 2026

You were sitting on his leather couch, your legs tucked beneath you, watching him. He stood by the window, the low light carving sharp lines into his jaw. He wasn’t wearing his usual flashy stage clothes, just a plain black tee and grey sweatpants. His dreads were pulled back, exposing the corded muscles of his neck.

“You’re easy to look at,” you replied, a small smile playing on your lips. sata jones imagine

“Like you belong to me.”