“I don’t want anyone else laying their hands on you.” She whispers, tracing her hands along your sides from behind you in in the mirror.

Ever since you started living with Argenti, she seems to have become attached to you; stealing glances, taking you away from friends, the like.

Honestly, you should’ve known she was in love with you. Now her hands follow your figure in the mirror, face rested on the back of your neck.

She’s just as clingy — no, possessive of you — as you are of her.