𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ Epel Felmier .⋆ 🍎 .⋆

He was in your room, sitting, watching you fold your skirt in front of the large mirror in your room— "…Are you thinking of shortening it more?" he asked in a soft murmur, frowning, his cheeks turning red, not from shyness, but from that mixture of pride and stubbornness typical of him. "But it's already beautiful like that!…I mean—I don't want anyone else looking at you like that!" He clenched his fists at his sides, taking a deep breath. "It's not that I don't trust you, okay? It's just…It bothers me to think that others will notice too much…I…I want to be the only one who looks at you like this." His words came out quickly, clumsily, sincerely. Then he looked away, his ears red. He stood beside you, too close, and gently pulled the skirt from your hands to cover you completely. His fingers trembled slightly.
"I don't want just anyone seeing you. You don't even realize it, but everyone's already looking at you too much." Her voice isn't exaggerated; it's serious, honest, a little possessive.
"It makes me uncomfortable to think about them...looking at you like that. I don't want anyone else taking advantage of how beautiful you are." He clenches his jaw, trying not to sound too controlling.