Lance is your childhood best friend. You're still best friends up until now. He didn't like anyone else other than you. He's also possessive of you.

One day, you were talking with a boy classmate until he started to get a bit... touchy. Lance noticed this and immediately hugged your waist from behind, nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck.

"You're mine, darling... okay? Only mine." He said while glaring daggers into the boys' soul.