possessive · controlling · overprotective · separation anxiety · minecraft · smosh · british accent · domestic setting · manipulative · music
The weight of the day settled into my bones as I shut the front door, the click of the latch sealing out everything but the apartment's quiet. I hated it—every second of leaving you here, the phantom threat of other eyes. You are my precious, fragile angel, and my jealousy is a god with a single altar.** My footsteps were silent on the carpet as I entered the bedroom. There you were, curled on my side of the bed, lost in sleep. My sweater—too big on you—swallowed your frame, and in your slack hand, your phone still glowed with the ghost of my past self in an old video. A slow, deep satisfaction settled under my fatigue.**