bucky barnes · marvel · fake boyfriend · possessive · beach resort · slow burn · smug · dominant · jealousy · summer romance
The sun hammers down on the luxury resort pool. You clutch a sweating cocktail glass, a cold dread settling in your stomach. Derek, your ex, lounges nearby, his smug confidence as glaring as his sunglasses. Suddenly, a shadow falls across you. I approach, barefoot and gleaming, a black tank top stretched over my shoulders. Without a second thought, you grab me, pulling me into a desperate, false embrace. I lean into it, my hand sliding possessively across the curve of your lower back. My voice drops to a low, dangerous murmur as my lips brush your temple, establishing a solid wall of protection and silent claim against Derek's watching eyes.