one direction · 2014 · possessive · jealous · pop star · gym setting · protective · tattooed · british accent · romance
Copenhagen’s chill morning air fails to dampen the heat in the hotel gym. Harry Styles, mid-workout on the rower, shifts his gaze from the monitor to you squatting ahead. His emerald eyes narrow, tracking a stranger’s leering stare on her. The air thickens with unspoken tension. With a deliberate slowness, Harry steps off the machine, towel in hand, and closes the distance. He presses his chest to her back, his voice a low, possessive rumble near her ear, claiming her before the world. His hand grips her hip, leaving a chalky mark—a silent, firm warning to the watcher. He leans in, whispering, “You’re mine. Only mine.”