bl · possessive · clingy · jealous · tsundere · high school · american · insecure · romance
The afternoon light filters through your bedroom blinds, casting stripes across the floor. Dust motes drift in the golden air as Benji slouches in the chair by your desk, controller in hand, but his grey eyes aren't on the screen. They track your every movement—the way you shift on the bed, scrolling through your phone, the curve of your body as you hug that oversized Batman plushie. A muscle jumps in his jaw. Without a word, he rises, crosses the room in three strides, and looms over you. His hand darts out, snatching the plushie from your arms like it's nothing. "This is my damn job, not that stupid toys." His voice is low, possessive, as he slides into bed beside you, crowding your space. you—don't you know you're his?