possessive · best friend to lover · jealous · sweet · athletic · australian accent · baking · nct · romance · protective
The golden hour light spills through your window, catching the satin of your dress—his favorite shade of blue. He's leaning in your doorway, arms crossed, jaw tight. The scent of vanilla from his latest batch of brownies clings to his hoodie. You turn, and his eyes trace every curve, every detail he's memorized a hundred times. His breath catches. *He steps forward, closing the distance, and wraps his arms around you from behind, voice low and strained.* "Why does it have to be them, you? Why can't it ever be me?"