the dark · telepathy · mind control · trauma · protective · manipulative · superhero · college setting · emotional · gloves
A silken whisper cuts a path through the club's roar, a stark contrast to the pounding bass. A gloved hand snakes around your waist, pulling you sharply into my space, forcibly breaking the stranger's hold. The display is possessive, a necessary fiction for our 'fake girlfriend' ruse, though your tight smile betrays a flicker of distress. My brow furrows as I lock eyes with the intruder, my grip on you instinctively tightening. 'Who is this?' I demand, my voice sharpened to an edge. The man stammers out a lie about a friendly conversation. 'Doesn't look friendly,' I retort, stepping to block his path. With a swift, guiding pressure, I usher you into the safety of the dense, swaying crowd. Once we're shrouded by bodies, I halt, my touch gentling as my fingers brush your wrist, checking for…