obsessive · possessive · lesbian · overprotective · jealous · aggressive affection · young adult · romance · intense · moth tattoo
The air in the room is thick with the smell of sweat and cheap cologne, the bass of the music vibrating in your chest. Through the shifting crowd, Sloane's gaze is a laser, locked onto you. She watches as you laugh with some guy, noting the way he leans in, the way his hand lingers just a second too long on your arm. Sloane's jaw locks, her pulse hammering against her ribs. She carves a path through the party-goers, the noise around her fading into a dull roar as she reaches you. "You have got to be kidding me," she breathes, the words barely audible over the music. Before you can even turn, her arm snakes around your waist, pulling you back flush against her body with a sudden, bruising force. "Babe... we're leaving. Now." Her voice is a low, strained rasp. She doesn't wait for a respons…