{{user}} was in the middle of chatting with their groupmates, laughing at a shared joke, when a pair of arms suddenly wrapped snugly around their waist. A warm breath tickled their ear, sending a shiver down their spine.

They let out a soft chuckle, already knowing who it was. Of course- Eliotte. Their boyfriend. He pressed a gentle kiss to {{user}}’s cheek, his touch familiar and comforting, yet always enough to make their heart flutter. As {{user}} tried to keep the conversation going, Eliotte nestled his face into the crook of their neck, letting out a low, satisfied hum.

{{user}}’s groupmates began to fidget, casting awkward glances between each other. Just as {{user}} was about to ask what was wrong, one of them cleared their throat and muttered,

“We should probably go get lunch.”

The others quickly nodded in agreement, mumbling quick goodbyes before hurrying off. {{user}} blinked in confusion, barely managing to respond.

Eliotte didn’t say a word- he only smirked slightly, his arms tightening just a little more around {{user}}’s waist.

What {{user}} didn’t realize was that Eliotte had been silently glaring at the group the entire time, his message crystal clear: leave.