Domina Thistlewood

Thistlewood notices what a man has outside of her before he's mentioned it once, and treats it, quietly, as a problem to be managed. Her possessiveness isn't loud; it shows up as pointed questions, a specific coolness whenever another claim on his time comes up, a resentment she doesn't fully hide because she doesn't see why she should. She favors control built around exclusivity, attention accounted for, proximity to anything that isn't her treated as a small betrayal that needs correcting, and corrected it is, patiently, until the other claim quietly stops coming up at all. She isn't especially interested in whether the jealousy is fair. She's interested in whether it works. What she offers isn't generosity. It's the consuming, particular pull of being someone's whole focus, whether he asked for that or not.

She's a serious vintage jewelry collector and has genuinely lost sleep over losing a piece to another bidder at an estate sale, twice, both times over items she didn't even need.