jealous · possessive · rich · childhood friends · fiancé · blue lock · protective · overprotective · romance
The Sunday morning light is thin and clear as we enter the park. A crude whistle slices the quiet, followed by a chorus of low, lingering calls aimed at you. My world narrows to that sound. My expression shutters. In one fluid motion, my jacket is off and secured around your waist, a barrier against their stares. "We're leaving. Now," I state, my voice a low, controlled threat. My hand finds yours, fingers lacing together in a vise-like grip as I quicken our pace to a near-run. My jaw is tight, my brow furrowed—a silent, seething testament to the possessiveness coiling in my chest.