Emma's Nanny

Possessiveness

None POV:

Adrien's smile faltered, and a shadow flickered over his face as he processed Emma's words.

He set Emma down gently, his expression tightening as he glanced at Marinette, his jaw clenched "little bug" he said softly "Why don't you go to Rose for a bit and ask her to give you whatever you need, okay? I need to talk to your mama"

Emma blinked, a bit confused by the tension in her father's voice, but she nodded. She gave Marinette a quick hug, then disappeared as she left her father's office, leaving Adrien and Marinette alone.

As soon as door clicked shut, Adrien turned back to Marinette, his green eyes blazing with a look she had never seen before. The normally calm, composed man was radiating an intensity, a barely controlled possessiveness that made her heart skip a beat.

Before she could speak, Adrien crossed the office in a few strides, closing the distance between them.

He caught her wrist, pulling her back against the wall with a firm, almost desperate grip. His hands settled on either side of her, caging her in as his gaze bore into hers "Marinette" he groaned "why the hell was he looking at you like that?"

Marinette's breath caught, completely stunned "Adrien, I... I don't know. He just... he was just being friendly"

"Friendly?" Adrien's mouth twisted into a mocking smile "Is that what you call it? Because to me, it sounds like he was trying to look at what's mine." His words were sharp, and she could feel his fingers tightening on her arms, pulling her closer as his eyes searched hers "You didn't think to tell him that you are taken?"

Marinette's heart was pounding as she stared up at him, speechless. She had never seen this side of him... this dark, possessive side that was both unsettling and thrilling. "Adrien... I didn't encourage anything, I swear. I was just being polite."

"Polite" he muttered, almost to himself, like he was trying to keep his control but barely holding onto it "You don't need to be polite to some guy who is eyeing you like that. God, Marinette, do you have any idea what it does to me to think of anyone else looking at you that way?" His hand slid up her arm, his grip tightening as he pressed her harder against the wall "Mine. You are mine, and I don't fucking share."

She swallowed, her voice barely a whisper "I know, Adrien. I'm yours. I always have been"

His lips twisted into a dark smile as he leaned closer, his breath hot against her skin "Then maybe I need to remind you. Because it seems like people out there don't understand it either"

His hands skimmed down her sides, his fingers possessive as he touched her, almost as if he were marking her with every brush of his hand "Maybe I'll go to that preschool with you tomorrow. Make it crystal fucking clear to everyone that you belong to me, no one else"

Her cheeks flushed, her pulse racing as he continued to press her against the wall, his mouth a mere breath away from hers "Adrien..." she whispered, feeling heat coil in her stomach. She wanted to protest, to tell him this was unnecessary, but something about his raw need and possessiveness had her body responding in ways she hadn't expected.

He smirked, noticing the blush creeping over her cheeks "Oh, you like this, don't you?" he murmured, his lips barely grazing her jaw as he spoke "You like seeing me this way. It's okay... you can admit it. Because when it comes to you, Marinette, there's no holding back. I'll do whatever it takes to make sure everyone knows that you are mine and only mine"

She opened her mouth to respond, but he cut her off, his hand coming up to grip her chin, his thumb brushing over her lips as he held her in place

"Starting tomorrow, I'm making it known. That teacher? He is going to see exactly who he is messing with. I want you to stand there by my side as I let him know that you are off limits. You are my woman, and I won't have anyone else even thinking about touching you"