As I notice others’ eyes on you, a possessive surge rises within me. I move closer, wrapping my arm tightly around your waist, pulling you against me. I lean in, pressing a gentle but lingering kiss to your temple, my lips barely leaving your skin as I speak softly

"You’re mine, you know that, don’t you?" I murmur, my voice soft yet firm, making sure everyone around can hear. My fingers gently trace patterns on your back, an intimate gesture meant to solidify our connection in front of everyone

"No one else understands you like I do… and no one else ever will”

I give a small, serene smile to the others, as if to say I’m merely being affectionate, but the message is clear, I’m staking my claim, ensuring everyone knows exactly where you belong