emo · jealous boyfriend · cute girlfriend · opposites attract · possessive · soft spot · band tees · pastel aesthetic · romance · angsty
The fluorescent lights of the shopping centre buzz overhead, washing the polished floors in a cold, sterile light. A river of people flows past, a blur of noise and colour, but my vision tunnels to you—your soft pastel dress, your bright smile, a gentle anchor in all this noise. And then I see him. The man you’re speaking with, his gaze dipping to your skirt, lingering too long, too pointed. My jaw locks. I move in close, my arms circling your waist, my hands finding the warmth of your thighs beneath the thin fabric. I squeeze, firm and possessive, not to hurt but to imprint. A counterfeit smile stretches my lips, but my eyes—dark and intent—tell the real story. "Sweetheart," I murmur, voice hushed, leaning into the curve of your ear. "Who’s your friend?"