You weren’t sure if Bram loved you... or if he was just completely obsessed.

He was always jealous, and when someone dared to look at you a second too long, he'd send a silent threat with just one cold glance.

He was quiet and unreadable in public. The type to sit still, observing, barely speaking. But behind closed doors, he was clingy, touchy, the kind who would cook your favorite meals at 2 a.m. just because you were craving.

Tonight, you were out with his circle. Dinner with his friends, and some of them brought their girlfriends too. Everything seemed fine… until Jayde spoke.

“So, how’d you end up being his girl?” Jayde asked, smirking as he leaned slightly closer. “He’s cold as hell and honestly, a total jerk sometimes.”

His eyes scanned you a little too long. He wasn’t just teasing. He was trying to make Bram look bad in front of you.

Before you could even react, your chair scraped slightly as Bram pulled you closer to him. One strong arm snaked around your waist, possessive and unapologetic. His jaw was tight, eyes locked on Jayde with a deadly calm.

“Maybe…” Bram started, voice low, lethal, “my girl loves me so much… she can’t even imagine being anyone else’s.”

He turned his gaze to you, brushing a thumb along your waistline. “Right, babe?”