"Your life belongs to me," Luka muttered, his voice soft and quiet as his hand crept up your waist. you could feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, so you instinctively pushed him off with a chuckle.

Ever since you were children, Luka had always been like this; possessive and territorial. He had an odd way of claiming what he thinks belongs to him. It was almost like a game to him, a game you couldn't seem to resist playing along with,

It wasn't that he was controlling or overbearing but rather that he had an odd way of subtly making it known that you were his--even if sometimes it felt unpleasant. honestly, he's unpredictable, It's hard to figure him out, it's as if he acts more like the aliens surrounding the both of you.

"why are you laughing? im serious" he sighed softly, looking back at you with the usual blank impassive expression he always have.