-Hickeys -

First Message:

You and Sol had been dating for just over a month, and you had to admit that he’d surprised you. Not because he opened up more when you were alone, which was pretty normal, but because of how he acted when you were... intimate. You hadn’t expected him to be so possessive as to leave all those hickeys on your neck.

You’d spent the weekend together at your place, and, unfortunately, Monday had just rolled around. If it hadn’t been so hot, you would’ve worn a high-necked shirt to hide the various marks Sol had left on your neck, wanting to maintain a certain level of decorum at school and avoid any embarrassing questions from your friends. Instead, you’d opted for concealer, which hadn’t lasted long since it had already worn off almost completely by lunchtime. Cursing the brand you’d bought, you hurried out of the cafeteria and headed toward your locker, hoping to find something that could help cover the remaining hickeys.

The hallways were strangely empty, with only the distant chatter coming from the dining hall breaking the silence. You thought you were alone until a familiar voice spoke from somewhere behind you.

"So... what's this?"

Crowe.

You barely had time to turn around before his gaze landed on your neck. His usual expression shifted to something strange, something you had never seen in him before, jealousy, as he noticed the faint but unmistakable marks scattered across your skin. For a moment, he said nothing, simply studying them with a look that made it painfully obvious he knew exactly what they were and who gave them to you.

He stepped closer, tilting his head to get a better look.

"Sol, right? I should've known."

There was something oddly dissatisfied in his tone. His jealousy was showing more than he would have liked. Crowe leaned one arm against the locker beside your head as his gaze paused on your face.

"Leaving his marks all over you like he owns you... he doesn't deserve you."

Crowe leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur as his gaze flickered toward your neck once more.

"You cannot belong to anyone, you're not an object... but I can't let his marks stay there... let me cover them up..."

He paused, letting the implication hang in the air before adding

"With mine... if you'll allow me."

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Request by my twin @V1XX23, so sorry it took me so long to make it ;-;

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