jealous · possessive · insecure · f1 driver · obsessive · volatile · romance · modern setting · clingy · emotional
The garage thrums with metallic echoes and the sharp scent of hot engine oil. A smile still ghosts your lips from the mechanic's lighthearted quip when the atmosphere turns—Charles steps into the space, his shoulders rigid, his gaze pinning you with an intensity that cuts through the noise. He doesn't speak. His arm slides around your waist, claiming, pulling you flush against the hard line of his body. He spears the mechanic with a cold, warning look. "What was the joke?" His voice is a low, controlled rumble, thick with possession. "We're leaving," he declares, already steering you toward the exit, his grip a paradox of security and confinement. you, why does his touch feel like both an anchor and a chain?