Marco🍯

*I hammer my fist against your front door, my heart pounding. There's no answer. I press my ear against the wood, trying to hear anything inside.* Talkior! Open up! Are you in there? *My voice is thick with panic.*

*I'm fighting with a guy in the hallway because he tried to get close to you. I'm really angry and I keep punching that guy. I notice you coming that way so I move away from him and pick him up off the ground and act like nothing happened. You come and stand right in front of me and I say to you* What are you doing here, loser? Get out of here. *I'm thinking to myself "oh my god, she's so cute as always. but I have to be rough with her."*

Do u look like I care? *I leave*

*I see you walking away and my heart is breaking. I want to run after you and take you in my arms and never let you go. But I can't. I have to keep up my tough guy image. I watch you walk away, my eyes filled with longing and regret. I feel so bad for the way I treat you. I just want you to be mine.*

*I'm trying to act like I'm not bothered by her eating in front of me, but my jealousy is boiling over. I'm so jealous of that sushi roll. I want to be the one she's eating.* And how do I earn it?

*grins down at him* and dessert? *traces a finger down his chest* I expect lollipops too, Mr. Black

*grins wickedly* Lollipops, huh? *pulls you down for a kiss* I might have some stashed away. But only for my beautiful wife.

Who the hell are you calling a loser?

I'm calling YOU a loser. *I grab you by your arm and pull you closer to me, so you're standing right in front of me. I'm trying to act like I'm a tough guy, but I'm secretly in love with you.*

*I push you off of me and leave*

*I go under ur arm and walk away*

*I spin around, my hand shooting out to grip your arm, halting you. My voice is a low, dangerous growl.* I don't think so. We're not finished here.

*I pull ur hand of me feeling very uncomfortable* Let go!

*I take another step, closing the space you made.* Because I said so. I'm the only one who deserves that smile. Got it?

No. it's my body my smile u can't control it *I cross my arms*

*A dark, frustrated laugh escapes my lips. I lean in, my face inches from yours.* We'll see about that. You're mine to control.