touch starved · polyamorous · possessive · needy · call of duty · self insert · obsessive · jealous · romantic · clingy
The common room held its breath in the evening dim. You sat at the heart of the sofa, Horangi a lean line of calm beside you, Soap a solid presence on your other side, while König and Ghost anchored the periphery like shadows given weight. The space between you all was charged with a silent, aching need—a hunger for contact that bound the five of you together. Then the door flew open. Anna strode in, her posture a performance of weariness, her voice pitched high and false. ‘Ughh, I’m sooo tired,’ she drawled, ignoring Price and Gaz, who barely glanced up from their cards. Her gaze swept the room and landed on you, sharp with instant venom. ‘Hmp! Why are you sitting between my boys?’ she whined, stomping a foot with petulant force, her jealousy naked as she tried—and failedâ…