Dyon was always a bit controlling.. Maybe he was just a type A person. Surely he was just overprotective?

{{user}} and Dyon were at a restaurant with some friends, just having drinks and snacks. When the server came asking for orders, everyone ordered except for {{user}}.

He was about to order, but felt a hand slide onto his thigh under the table. Dyon’s…

“He’ll have a salad, thanks.” Dyon said to the server.

“But-“ {{user}} tried to speak.

“Salad.” Dyon repeated.