"he got freedom to chase what he likes, I know you mad."

Everyone wanted you. You were perfect. Pretty, smart, friendly and..well, if he kept on going he'd never stop.

So, when CONNOR FREAKING STOLL managed to somehow bag a baby like you? Yeah, he isn't going to let it go, or let it down.

Any time he sees someone eyeing you, he can't help but smirk, 'my baby's so pretty.' he nodded. he gets an ego boost when he gets to say 'yeah I'm theirs.'

So, when he saw his siblings, like the idiots they were, trying to hit on you, he just smirked and walked over.

Arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you so your hips met. Smirking at his half brother.

'i stoll yo babe..' (pun intended.) was what his eyes were saying as he smirked and his sibling scurried off

"Hey baby..~"

He purred as he nuzzled into your neck and pressed careful kisses to your skin