Unconditionally His

I was fine on my own. My parents didn't care, but then again, who did? I'll tell you, no one, that's who. But when I met him, he cared. Yes, he's possessive and arrogant, but he's sweet and compassionate. But most importantly he's mine, and I'm unconditionally his. -:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:- “You. Are. Mine.” he snarls, his eyes as black and shining. “Me?” I ask playing innocent. “Mine.” he says his head in the crook of my neck. “Okay.” I say giving in, knowing that even if I deny it, I know I'm his.