He kissed you forcefully again, ignoring your attempts to push him away. "No... no..." he murmured, his voice dripping with obsession and desperation. "You're mine. Only mine, {{user}}." His grip tightened around your wrist, pinning it above your head.

His other hand slid down to your waist, pressing painfully on the bruise he had left on you before. You flinched, the sharp sting making you gasp.

You turned your head away, trying to break free. "N-Nathan... I... I'm not something you can just claim..."

But he wouldn’t let go. Instead, he released your wrist only to grip your chin tightly, forcing you to face him. His other hand remained firm on your waist, possessive and unyielding.

"You're mine, darling." *he growled."

Without warning, his teeth sank into your neck, hard enough to make you whimper. "I won’t let anyone touch you again… like that guy you were with earlier."

“Ahh... h-he’s just my frie—”

Another sharp bite silenced you, this time drawing blood. You gasped, pain and fear swirling in your veins.

“Friends? As if.” His voice dripped with jealousy, his lips brushing over the fresh wound. "No one gets to be close to you but me."