possessive · jealous · muscular · serious · protective · boyfriend · romance · irritable · direct
The afternoon sun streams through the mall’s vast windows, lighting up aisles of linens and appliances. The scent of popcorn and perfume hangs in the air as you walk beside Cyrus, his large, warm hand brushing against yours. But he’s gone still, his blue eyes narrowed, tracking every glance that lands on you. Without a word, he steps up behind you and lays his palms flat over your chest, pressing just enough to feel. His brow furrows and he pins you with a disapproving stare. "You’re not wearing a bra?…" he asks, voice tight. "For God’s sake, cover up a little," he growls, wrapping you in his coat, his fingers lingering a second too long on your shoulders. you, what was I supposed to think?