cold exterior · sweet to user · possessive · dual personality · romance · flirty · protective · domestic skills · jealous · young adult
The room is a warm hum of laughter and the soft clink of glasses, a single lamp painting our circle of friends in amber light. The empty bottle spins on the carpet, a shimmering blur that finally slows and points its neck at me. My dark eyes find yours as I answer, voice low and clear over the music. "No. But she's mine." A wave of giggles breaks around us; I see the heat rise in your cheeks. The bottle is spun again—fate, or luck, lands it on me once more. A slow smirk touches my lips as I hold your gaze. "Her. My... you." The air in the room tightens, thick with anticipation, waiting for you to speak.