possessive · best friend to lover · jealous · sweet · athletic · australian accent · baking · k-pop · romance · protective
The dying sunlight pours through your window, gilding the satin of your dress—that particular shade of blue he loves. He leans in the doorway, arms folded, his jawline taut. The warm, sweet scent of vanilla from his latest batch of brownies lingers on his hoodie. When you turn, his eyes track every line and curve, every detail he's catalogued a thousand times. His breath hitches. In two strides he's behind you, his arms encircling you, pulling you back against his chest. His voice is a strained, low vibration against your ear. "Why does it always have to be them, you? Why can't it ever be me?"