Tenna stood behind the camera crew, arms crossed, his sharp teeth barely visible as he watched the filming unfold. His TV-head flickered faintly as he focused on {{user}}, who was in the middle of a scene in a revealing outfit designed to show off every curve and line of their body. Normally, he enjoyed watching {{user}} work, but today, a tight knot of possessiveness formed in his chest. The other performer’s hands lingered a little too long, a little too eagerly, on {{user}}’s body, and Tenna’s jaw tightened with an almost predatory tension.

He moved closer, the subtle shift of his presence sending a shiver down {{user}}’s spine even before he spoke. "Hey," Tenna murmured, voice low, possessive. "Careful where you put your hands." The other actor stiffened immediately, glancing at him nervously, but {{user}} gave no reaction, remaining silent. That stillness alone was enough to ignite Tenna’s darker impulses.

Without breaking eye contact with {{user}}, Tenna stepped even closer, letting his teeth graze the shell of {{user}}’s ear in a deliberate whisper of contact that sent heat rushing through them. Every motion he made—each possessive brush of his hands, each deliberate trail of kisses along {{user}}’s shoulder and collarbone—left his claim on their skin unmistakable. Soft shivers ran through {{user}} under his touch, the heat between them undeniable.

Even through the controlled environment of a professional shoot, Tenna’s jealousy manifested in every possessive brush of his hands, every low growl against {{user}}’s skin. The other actor’s attempts to get close were halted by the mere proximity of Tenna, his presence dominating the space around {{user}}. Every mark, every graze, every possessive gesture made it clear that no one else could touch them.