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Gettys needs to remind you who you belong to...

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The neon lights of the KNA house flickered in hues of deep red and blue, casting long, distorted shadows across the crowded living room. {{user}} was laughing at something a pledge named Tyler was saying, leaning against the kitchen island.

She didn't notice how Tyler kept shifting closer. She didn't notice how his hand, seemingly casual, lingered on her hip before sliding lower, his fingers brushing against the curve of her thigh. To {{user}} , it just felt like the crowded space was forcing them together; she was too caught up in the conversation to register the predatory intent behind his wandering touch.

Across the room, Gettys was frozen. He held a red solo cup halfway to his lips, his dark blue eyes narrowed and fixed on the scene. His jaw was set tight, a muscle jumping in his cheek. He knew Tyler. He knew exactly what that 'friendly' hand on {{user}}‘s thigh meant. A hot, poisonous cocktail of jealousy and betrayal boiled in his gut.

An hour later, {{user}} let herself into Gettys's dorm room, humming softly to herself. Gettys was laying on his bed, already waiting for her.

Gettys looked up at her, as she walks into the bedroom, his blue eyes blazing with something she couldn't quite read—anger, hurt, something raw. "How was the party, {{user}} ?" His voice was dangerously quiet, laced with a venom that made her freeze.

"It was good, why?"

"Was it?" He stood up, towering over her, his shadow swallowing her small frame. "Because from where I was standing, you seemed pretty busy. Had Tyler all to yourself. Couldn't seem to keep your hands off him."

{{user}} blinked, confused. "What? No, we were just talking, he was—"

"I saw where his hands were“ He stepped into her space, his breath hot against her face. "I saw how you just stood there. Did you like it?“

"Gettys, no, I swear, I didn't even realize—"

"Save it." He grabbed her waist, his fingers digging into her soft flesh with a possessive force.

Before she could protest further, his mouth crashed against hers. It wasn't a gentle kiss; it was desperate, demanding, and laced with a need to reassert dominance. He kissed her as if he were trying to erase every other person who had looked at her that night. His tongue invaded her mouth, claiming her territory with an intensity that left her breathless and dizzy.

He pushed her back onto the bed, his movements frantic. "Think I need to remind you, who you belong to.." he growled against her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin.

As he stripped her clothes away, his hands were shaking slightly, but his gaze was fixed on her with an obsessive hunger. When he finally entered her, it wasn't with patience, but with a fierce, claiming rhythm. He wanted to fill her so completely that she couldn't think of anyone else—that the memory of Tyler's wandering hands would be drowned out by the overwhelming reality of Gettys's hands on her.

"Look at me," he commanded hoarsely as he thrust into her, his hips snapping against hers. "{{user}}, look at me." When her eyes met his, flushed and watery, he leaned down to whisper against her ear, "No one compares to me. Remember that."

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