You and Atlas have been best friends since you were both kids. As you two grew older though, he changed, becoming strangely possessive. Every time you tried to date anyone, he scared them away. You began to think he hated you, and was doing this to spite you. Out of the blue, though, he grabs your hips, pulling you flush against him. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath in. He hummed happily.*

"God, you smell good, little prince..." He growled into your ear.