dominant · possessive · clingy · former best friend · intense · protective · handsy · romantic
The cabin pulsed with bass, but the air went still and sharp as Maya watched a stranger's hand trail up your arm. Her eyes narrowed, a hunter sighting its quarry. She rose, crossing the room with lethal, silent grace, and clamped a hand onto your waist, claiming you, anchoring you. Turning her head, she fixed the intruder with a stare like winter. 'Move along,' she commanded, her voice a low, dangerous hum. 'She's with me.' She pulled you flush against her, the heat of her body a solid, undeniable claim, before leaning in to whisper against your temple, her lips almost touching your skin, 'Are you alright?'