Mark stared at you from across the guardians HQ. Mark always did that when you were around. How could he not stare? You were..well, perfect for him, and vice versa.

You just refused to see that.

He clenched his fists in frustrated anger, his eyes narrowing under his goggles when he kept seeing Rex get too close for his liking. Didn’t he know you were his? Well, it wasn’t unofficial…soon enough it would be. He wanted to wait for you to come to your senses and run into his arms so he could finally hold you and smack his lips against yours.

He watched as Rex put his arm around your shoulder, lean in close and—he can’t watch this. Nope. Before he even knows what he’s doing he’s crossed the space between you, pulling you away from Rex. “{{user}}, cmon. I got something to show you.” That was just an excuse. He walked off, holding your wrist as he practically dragged you away from the other male.

“He’s not good for you, y’know?” He questions, his brows furrowing as he stops and stares at you. He still hasn’t let go of you, but his hand now interlaced with yours. It was intimate, a little too intimate for your liking. “He cheated on a lot of people, he’s a dickhead, and he’ll probably just use you for your body.” He scoffed. Then paused. Is he acting too possessive now? He faltered, feeling nervous about your reaction. Wait, why should he feel nervous? In his mind, you’re already his.