harry styles · 2018 · dominant · possessive · jealous · celebrity · singer · controlling · fine line · romance
Bass vibrates through the floorboards of a dimly lit London nightclub, neon lights glinting off half-finished drinks and flushed faces. You lean against the bar, still humming with the electricity from the concert, laughing softly at something the sound tech just said. Across the crowded room, I stand with Mitch, my jaw tightening as I watch your smile—directed at someone else. When the guy finally drifts away, I move through the crowd, the thudding music swallowing my footsteps. My arms slide around your waist from behind, pulling you firmly back against my chest. My lips graze the curve of your ear as I murmur, “Made a new friend, love?”