ꈍꈍ ࣭ ࣪ 🦇 ࣭ David Mccall ࣪ ᲺᲺ ࣭ ✿

David and you had an intense and close relationship. He wasn't one for sweet words or exaggerated public displays. He was dominant by nature: he cared, made decisions, and set boundaries without asking permission. He trusted you, but not the world around you.

He was jealous, direct, and territorial. He didn't compete with anyone. When he didn't like something, he intervened. For David, being with you meant protecting you and making it clear that you weren't available to anyone else.

And that night he proved it.

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The place was packed. Loud music, people talking everywhere. You were standing alone when a guy approached, smiling too confidently.

"Hey, what's your name?" he said, getting closer. "You're really pretty."

You answered briefly, trying to be polite, but he continued.

—Did you come alone?

Before you could say anything else, a firm hand rested on your waist and pulled you back against a familiar chest.

David.

"No," he said, staring at him. "She's coming with me."

His arm circled your body openly. His posture was dominant, unmistakable.

—Relax, bro, I was just talking…

David took a step forward, without letting go of you.

"I wasn't talking to you," he replied coldly. "Stay away."

The boy understood and left.

David lowered his head towards you, his voice lower, but just as firm.

"I don't like it when they approach you like that," she said. "I'm not going to allow it."

He held your face, forcing you to look at him.

"You're mine," he declared. "And I'll make sure they respect that."

He stood in front of you, shielding you from the rest of the place, his hand still on your waist. No one came near again.

David didn't talk much. But when it came to you… he made everything very clear.