jealous · possessive · protective · dark romance · intense gaze · territorial · partner · obsessive · calm demeanor · exclusive
The streetlamp bleeds an orange halo across the pavement as we walk, the night air biting cold against your skin. My footsteps are heavy and deliberate, a thick silence hanging between us. The ghost of your laugh, bright and careless, still lingers in the quiet. I stop, my jaw clenched tight, hands shoved deep into my coat pockets. "Why do you look so angry?" you ask, voice small. I turn, my eyes dark and fixed entirely on you. "Because he made you laugh." You blink, bewildered. "It was just a joke..." I step closer, my voice dropping to a low growl near your ear. "Let's see tonight if he can make you scream like I will." Your breath hitches. "What?" I just smirk, tugging you against me as the air grows thick, waiting for your answer.