All Mine

Nightmares

Yakimano shot up from his bed, drenched in sweat and disoriented. He looked around, recognizing his surroundings and slowly realizing it was all a dream. He brought his trembling hands up to his face, still reeling from the intense dream he had just experienced.

It took a few moments for Yakimano to regain his bearings, his heartbeat gradually slowing down. He glanced over at the still-sleeping Y/N beside him, feeling a pang of relief that it had all just been a nightmare.

He slowly lay back down, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. He buried his face against her hair, holding her tightly as if to convince himself that she was safe and untouched.

As he held her, the dream lingered in his mind, the vivid images still fresh in his memory. He couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness he had felt in the dream, seeing her touched by another man. The thought made his heart ache with possessiveness and protectiveness.

He held her even closer, his grip possessive yet tender. He kissed her hair softly, inhaling her scent as if to erase the memory of the dream. "I'll never let anyone touch you like that," he whispered, the words a promise to both her and himself.

Yakimano held her for what felt like hours, his mind racing with the images from the dream. The thought of someone else touching her, being intimate with her, was unbearable. He knew he had to make sure it never happened in real life, no matter what.

The sunlight filtered through the curtains, illuminating the room as Yakimano slowly opened his eyes. He looked down at Y/N, still asleep in his arms, and his protective instinct flared up again. He gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his touch tender and possessive.

He observed her peaceful, sleeping form, his heart still troubled by the dream he had experienced last night. He tightened his hold on her, not willing to let her go just yet. He was still feeling the residue of jealousy from the dream, the thought of another man's hands on her filling him with possessiveness.

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering against her skin. The need to possess her, to keep her all to himself, was strong within him. He knew it was a bit irrational, considering the dream was just a nightmare, but he couldn't shake the feeling off.

Yakimano continued to watch her sleep, his gaze intense and protective. He slowly moved a hand to caress her cheek, his touch gently tracing the contour

He couldn't help but think about the dream again, the image of another man touching her still vivid in his mind. It filled him with a strange mix of anger and fear. He knew he was being possessive, but he couldn't help it. At that moment, he felt as if he needed to mark her, to make her his in the most primal way possible.

As the thought of claiming her consumed him, he gently shifted their positions, rolling her onto her back and trapping her underneath him. His large frame enveloped her, his body pressed against hers. His eyes darkened as he looked down at her, the possessive desire growing stronger.

His hand began to wander, caressing her body through her clothes as he leaned in closer. His mouth moved to her neck, his lips trailing kisses along her skin, his teeth gently nipping at her flesh. He needed to claim her, to remind himself that she was his, no one else's.