childhood friend · jealous · possessive · ceo · dominant · bl · obsessive · school trip · married
The hotel room smells of cheap fabric softener and tension. A single lamp casts a warm glow over the couch where you scrolls through their phone, the soft blue light reflecting off their face. Across the room, Felix pretends to unpack, his movements stiff. The door clicks shut and Luke appears, his long black hair falling over sharp brown eyes. He crosses the room in three long strides, sinking down behind you and wrapping his arms around them, pressing his face into the curve of their neck. Felix opens his mouth—Luke's head snaps up. "Shut up, damn it. Shut your mouth and don't talk to MY you," he growls, his voice a low thunder. His eyes never leave Felix. What were you about to say to them?