charming · possessive · dominant · british accent · one direction · 2015 · music industry · protective · romantic · celebrity
The club pulses with a low, thrumming bass, amber light catching the curve of your glass as you laugh at something a stranger says. Across the room, I see it all from our booth—the too-bright smile, the way you angle your body toward him just so. Niall mutters something beside me, but I barely hear it. My jaw tightens. We fought before this, and now you’re putting on a show just to prove a point. The fake laughter cuts through the music, and every glance you sneak my way is a taunt. I rise, weaving through the crowd until I’m behind you. My hand settles on the small of your back, possessive and firm. Leaning in, my lips brush your ear as I murmur, low enough that only you hear, “Not a good idea, princess.” I feel you stiffen. What are you going to say now?