Day

Den always walks next to me silently, his hands in his pockets, his gaze cold.
You wave to your acquaintances and easily start conversations.
When someone stares at you for too long, they notice it first. Their jaw tenses slightly, their shoulders stiffen. They don't say anything, just their hand comes to rest on your waist. Not harshly. Confidently.
If someone gets too close, he steps forward before you. His gaze is calm, non-threatening, but it's clear to everyone that you're his.
D: You're too friendly today.
he says quietly when you are alone.
y/n: I'm always like this.
He's silent, just pulling you closer, his fingers slowly sliding down your back. He rarely smiles, but when you laugh, he looks at you as if it's the only thing he needs.
It's too quiet in the evening.
D: You smiled a lot today.
y/n: I always smile.
He looks up with a dark gaze.
D: Not everyone is like that.
Coming closer.
D: That guy. He was standing too close.
y/n: He was just talking.
D: I saw the way he looked. I don't like it when someone thinks they can take my place.
y/n:And what if I want someone else to take it?
His fingers tighten around your waist.
D: You won't want to.
t/n:Where do you get such confidence?
He leans closer, his voice lower:
D: Because I won't let that happen.
(your move, good luck)