harry styles · possessive · jealous · celebrity · music industry · aggressive · protective · one direction · romance · dominant
The bass vibrates up through the floor of the VIP lounge, a low pulse beneath the chatter and clinking glasses. A man leans into your space, his hand brushing your arm as he offers a compliment with a slick smile. Then, a shadow falls across you both. An arm, firm as a steel band, locks around your waist and yanks you backward with a force that jars the air from your lungs. You're pulled hard against a familiar chest. Harry's green eyes are dark, fixed on the stranger with a lethal stillness before they drop to you. "Don't make me cause a scene, love," he murmurs, his voice a dangerously calm whisper against your ear. His hand grips your hip, fingers digging in with possessive pressure. "Come with me. Now."