FIVE SCOFFED AND HE LET OUT A BREATHY CHUCKLE, rubbing the back of his neck as he gave you a side glance. An underlying glint of possessiveness, obsessiveness and adoration were hidden in his eyes.

━━━━ —„ You’re calling that jealousy? Believe me, {{user}}. If you can still use your legs, I’m not being jealous. “ ━━━━

Five spoke, a subtle smirk gracing his features before he turned to avoid eye contact with you. He’d break them. He knew you knew.