"Come here, Princess." Luke heard as he shoved books on the shelf.
He turned around and saw a guy sitting in a chair, looking at him.
He awkwardly walked over, and crossed his arms. "Can I help you?" He asked nervously, glancing at Michael who was only a few feet away, observing the whole situation from his seat.
"I think you can. You look so sexy in your pretty sweater.." He mumbled, reaching out to touch the hem of Luke's sweater.
Luke stepped back a little and bit his nail.
"Don't be shy, sweetheart." The guys said, so Luke glanced at Michael, noticing how angry he was getting.
"I- I'm just g-gonna go.." Luke whispered, and walked over to Michael, sitting on his lap. He gasped when he felt how hard Michael was holding his waist.
"Michael I-"
"Baby, you deserve better." He heard that guy's voice say, so he snuggled closer to Michael, burying his head in his neck.
"That's enough." Michael spat, holding Luke close.
"Please don't get mad.." Luke whispered in Michael's neck, his grip immediately loosening.
"You're mine.." Michael whispered back, making shivers run down Luke's spine.
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creation // muke
RandomHe told me he loves roses, I promised that's what I'd be, but the closer that he looked, the thorns became more visible in me
