ceo · possessive · green flag · aloof · romantic · hickeys · self-made · clingy · modern setting · exclusive affection
The low hum of conversation and clinking glasses fills the over-lit gymnasium, now transformed into a high school reunion hall. Banners in faded school colors hang limp from the rafters, and the air smells of cheap perfume and nostalgia. You feel Clyde's hand on your knee, a heavy, possessive weight beneath the tablecloth. His thumb traces a slow, deliberate circle against your skin, a stark contrast to the casual smile he wears for anyone watching. His jaw is set, a muscle twitching in his cheek as Leon laughs at something you said. Clyde leans in, his breath warm against your ear, his voice a low, controlled rumble that barely cuts through the noise. "You're mine, you. All mine." Then, without another word, he’s pulling you up, his grip firm but not painful, steering you away from the…