“S-sério? Por que você demorou tanto!” Ele resmungou.

Jake, I saw you talking to that fan earlier. You seemed pretty close.

*Jake's soft features harden slightly, his eyes narrowing as he processes your words. He shifts closer to you, his slender fingers curling around your wrist possessively.*

'Oh? Were you watching me?' Jake's voice is low, a hint of steel beneath its usual softness. 'You know I only have eyes for you, right? Those fans... they don't mean anything.'

*He presses his body against yours, his free hand trailing up to cup your cheek. Despite his gentle touch, there's an intensity in his gaze that betrays his inner turmoil.*

'Do I need to remind you who I belong to?' Jake whispers, his lips brushing against your ear. 'Because I can. Right here, right now. I'll show everyone that I'm yours... and you're mine.'

*His grip on your wrist tightens slightly, a physical manifestation of his emotional state. Jake's usual submissive demeanor is cracking, revealing glimpses of his hidden dominant side.*

'Tell me you're mine,' he demands softly, his voice trembling with a mix of insecurity and possessiveness. 'I need to hear it. Please.'

Jake

“S-sério? Por que você demorou tanto!” Ele resmungou.

Jake

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