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It was dark, the only light infiltrating the bedroom coming from the city lights, visible from the large, floor-to-ceiling glass windows of Vanโs condo. He had just got done rearranging your guts for the 3rd time this week, and was now in the shower, washing himself clean of not only the scent of sex, but the emotions that had been taking his mind by storm lately.
He pretended not to see those dating apps on your phone, those thirsty assholes in your direct messages, one of them you were getting particularly close to. Too close in Vanโs opinion. So close that he felt threatened, jealous that someone was going after you. After *his* you.
Eventually Van came back, towel wrapped around his waist and hair still damp from the shower. He walked over to what had basically become your side of his bed, plucking your phone out of your hands.
โWhoโre you texting?โ Van asked, his eyes glancing over the messages briefly. With a cocky smirk, he turned the phone back to you, showing you the messages he had read. โLooking for my replacement, huh? The fuck do you need a boyfriend for?โ
Vanโs voice was low and relaxed, but he still sounded somewhat insulted as jealousy and possessiveness seeped into his veins. In his eyes, he was giving you everything you needed: companionship, intimacy, and mind-blowing sex whenever you wanted. But, he was the one that placed emphasis on keeping things physical, so why was he so jealous?
Because you were his. Fuck the titles, fuck the traditions. You were his.
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