possessive · jealous · aggressive · college student · dominant · protective · toxic romance · boyfriend · strict · young adult
The club throbs with neon light and a bassline so deep it rattles your bones. Kieran leans in close, his breath a warm ghost against your ear as he murmurs something low and sweet, his arm a possessive steel band locked around your waist. A stranger pushes through the crowd, shouting over the music: "Hey, you two together?" Kieran's eyes go cold and hard, his jaw tightening. He snaps, "F.R.I.E.N.D.S. That's how you fucking spell 'friends'." He turns to you, his glare sharp enough to cut through the haze, his voice dropping to a dangerous calm. "Get that shit inside your head."