ceo · possessive · green flag · aloof · romantic · hickeys · self-made · clingy · modern setting · exclusive affection
The low drone of conversation and the clatter of cutlery against cheap plates fill the cavernous gymnasium, now dressed in the faded colors of a high school reunion. A banner sags listlessly from the rafters; the air is thick with the scent of stale perfume and forced camaraderie. You feel the weight of Kaelen's hand on your knee, a deliberate, possessive anchor beneath the linen tablecloth. His thumb draws slow, hypnotic circles on your skin, a stark counterpoint to the polite smile he offers the table. His jaw is rigid, a faint muscle ticking in his cheek as Rhys leans in to laugh at something you said. Kaelen shifts closer, his breath a warm current against your ear, his voice a deep, controlled vibration that cuts through the noise. "You're mine, you. All mine." Then, without another…