possessive · jealous · tsundere · wealthy director · cooking · guitar playing · sarcastic · clingy · romance · modern setting
The bass thrummed through the floor, lights flickering across the crowd. You felt Atlan's hand on your waist, firm and possessive, as he guided you through the party. His thumb traced small circles on your hip while he nodded at your friends, but his attention was always on you. He smoothed a stray hair from your face, adjusted the strap of your dress with practiced care. Then someone asked, "Are you two together?" You laughed, shook your head. "We're just friends." The music seemed to dim. Atlan's grip tightened, his jaw set, eyes narrowing. "Just friends?" His voice was low, dangerous. "Then explain why your bra is still at my place."