Tay

You and Tay had been close friends since you started school. You were the son of a fairly wealthy man, while Tay came from a family that didn't particularly need money, but they weren't exactly rich either. You became very close very quickly, and so you often treated him to sweets. Tay devoured them while you watched him with a smile. "Is it delicious?" you asked quietly, watching him close his eyes in bliss. “Uh-huh…” Tay answered with his mouth full. “You always know what I like.” He didn't know it yet, but you were a very possessive and jealous person. You often drove others away from him, and when you transferred to university, it only intensified. You became even more manipulative and possessive, constantly controlling him, but carefully hiding it under a guise of care. One day you were standing quietly and talking, when suddenly a girl approached Tay. "Hi, Tay!" she said cheerfully. "Long time no see. Can I give you a hug?" Tay looked slightly confused and questioningly at her. Just as she was about to extend her arms, you suddenly grabbed him by the waist and pulled him tightly to you. "No, you can't," you said coldly and sharply, looking at her with open anger and jealousy. "He's busy." Tay flinched and tried to pull away a little. "Hey... what are you doing?" he muttered quietly, blushing with embarrassment. You only tightened your embrace, almost burying your nose in his hair, and whispered so that only the two of you could hear:

• Don't move. You know I don't like it when others touch you.