🌙 One Shot: “Only Mine to Watch”

He noticed the moment it happened.

The way you smiled.

Soft. Unaware. Beautiful in a way that made something inside him tighten.

And it wasn’t for him.

His gaze hardened as he stood across the room, half-hidden in shadows, watching you laugh at something another man said. Too close. Too comfortable.

His fingers flexed at his side.

He didn’t like that.

Not one bit.

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You felt it before you saw him.

That gaze.

Heavy. Possessive. Familiar enough to make your heartbeat stumble.

Slowly, your smile faded as your eyes searched the room… until they found him.

Leaning against the wall.

Watching.

Only you.

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Your breath hitched.

There was something different tonight.

Something darker.

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You excused yourself quickly, the conversation around you blurring as you moved away. You didn’t get far.

A hand closed gently around your wrist.

Not rough.

But firm enough to stop you.

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“You’re leaving already?”

His voice was low. Calm.

Too calm.

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You turned, your eyes meeting his.

And your chest tightened.

Jealousy burned quietly behind his gaze, controlled so carefully it almost made it worse.

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“I was just talking,” you said softly.

“I saw.”

He didn’t raise his voice.

Didn’t accuse.

But the way his thumb brushed lightly against your wrist sent a shiver through you.

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He stepped closer.

Not forcing.

But closing the distance anyway.

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“You looked happy,” he murmured.

Your lips parted slightly. “I was just being polite.”

His jaw clenched—just for a second.

Then he exhaled.

Slow.

Measured.

Like he was holding something back.

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“I don’t like it,” he admitted quietly.

Not angry.

Not loud.

Just… honest.

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Your heart skipped.

“You don’t like what?”

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His hand moved—hesitant for a fraction of a second—before gently lifting your chin so you had no choice but to look at him.

“I don’t like when someone else gets that smile.”

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The words weren’t harsh.

But they settled deep.

Heavy.

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“You can’t control that,” you whispered, though your voice lacked strength.

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“I know.”

He didn’t argue.

Didn’t push.

That somehow made it worse.

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His thumb brushed your cheek this time, softer than you expected.

“I don’t want to control you.”

A pause.

“But I don’t think I can stand watching you belong to a room that isn’t mine.”

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Your breath caught.

Belong.

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“I don’t belong to anyone,” you said, trying to hold onto something steady.

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His lips curved faintly.

Not mocking.

Not cruel.

Just… certain.

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“No,” he agreed softly.

Then, leaning closer—just enough for his voice to brush against your skin—

“But you look at me like you could.”

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Your heart raced.

Because he wasn’t forcing.

Wasn’t demanding.

And yet—

You didn’t pull away.

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His hand slipped from your face slowly, like it cost him something.

Control.

Restraint.

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“Go back,” he said quietly.

Your brows furrowed.

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“But this time…” his eyes darkened slightly, “be careful who you smile at.”

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You swallowed.

“Or what?”

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He stepped back fully now, putting space between you.

Letting you breathe.

Letting you choose.

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But his gaze never softened.

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“Or I might forget how to be gentle about it.”

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And somehow—

That wasn’t a threat.

It felt like a promise.

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🌙 One Shot: “Say It Again”

The car was quieter tonight.

Not empty.

Not awkward.

Just… different.

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Something had changed.

Between you.

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You sat beside him, hands folded tightly in your lap, eyes fixed on the passing lights outside.

Avoiding him.

Deliberately.

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He noticed.

Of course he did.

He noticed everything about you.

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A slow smirk curved his lips as he drove, one hand resting lazily on the steering wheel.

“You’ve been very quiet,” he said casually.

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“I’m just tired,” you replied quickly.

Too quickly.

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His smirk deepened.

“Hmm.”

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Silence again.

But this time—

It wasn’t comfortable.

It was heavy.

Filled with everything neither of you was saying.

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“You weren’t this quiet earlier,” he added, voice softer now.

Your fingers tightened slightly.

“Earlier was different.”

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He let out a low chuckle.

Dark. Knowing.

“Was it?”

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Your cheeks warmed instantly.

And that—

That was exactly what he was waiting for.

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The car slowed slightly.

Not stopping.

Just enough.

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His hand moved.

Not suddenly.

Never suddenly.

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It reached over—

And rested over yours.

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You froze.

Your breath catching.

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“Still nervous?” he murmured.

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You swallowed.

“No.”

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He tilted his head slightly, glancing at you.

That look—

Sharp. Amused. Possessive.

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“Liar.”

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Your heart stumbled.

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His fingers shifted, slowly intertwining with yours.

Not forceful.

But deliberate.

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“You couldn’t even look at me when you got in the car,” he continued, voice low.

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“I can look at you,” you muttered, finally turning your face slightly.

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He caught it immediately.

That tiny movement.

That hesitation.

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“Then do it.”

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Your breath hitched.

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“You’re very confident,” you said instead, trying to deflect.

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“I have a reason to be.”

That smirk again.

Dangerous now.

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Your pulse raced.

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“You’ve been avoiding me since we left,” he went on.

His thumb brushed slowly against your knuckles.

“And I’m trying to understand why.”

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“I’m not avoiding you,” you insisted softly.

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“No?”

He leaned slightly closer.

Not enough to trap you.

Just enough to make you aware.

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“Then why won’t you say it again?”

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Your heart stopped.

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“Say what?” you whispered, even though you knew.

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His grip tightened just slightly.

Not enough to hurt.

Enough to hold your attention.

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“What you said before you left.”

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Heat rushed to your face.

“I didn’t—”

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“You did.”

His voice dropped.

Lower.

More intense.

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“You just didn’t expect me to remember.”

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You looked down.

Unable to meet his eyes now.

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“That was different,” you murmured.

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A soft exhale left him.

Not frustrated.

Amused.

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“Everything about you becomes ‘different’ when I ask you to repeat it.”

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His fingers slipped from yours—

Only to tilt your chin upward.

Gently.

Firmly.

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“Look at me.”

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You hesitated.

Then did.

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And instantly regretted it.

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Because he was already watching you like that.

Like you were something he had already claimed—

Just waiting for you to realize it.

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“Say it,” he murmured.

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Your lips parted.

But no words came out.

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His thumb brushed your lower lip lightly.

Not crossing the line.

Just enough to make your breath uneven.

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“You weren’t this shy when you said it before,” he said quietly.

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Your voice came out barely audible.

“You’re making it difficult.”

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A soft, dark chuckle left him.

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“I’m not making it difficult.”

He leaned closer.

Stopping just short of you.

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“I’m making you honest.”

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Your heart was racing now.

Loud enough you were sure he could hear it.

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“Say it,” he whispered again.

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This time—

You didn’t look away.

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“I… missed you.”

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Silence.

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And then—

That smirk disappeared.

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Something deeper replaced it.

Something far more dangerous.

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His hand slid from your chin slowly.

Like he was restraining himself.

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“I know,” he said quietly.

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Your breath hitched.

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“I just wanted to hear you admit it again.”

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And as he leaned back—

Calm.

Controlled.

Like he hadn’t just unraveled you—

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His fingers brushed yours once more.

Possessive.

Certain.

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“Next time,” he added softly,

“don’t make me ask twice.”

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🌙 One Shot: “She Looked at Him Like He Was Nothing”

The man didn’t stop screaming.

Even after his hand hit the floor.

Blood spread across the tiles, thick and dark, as he writhed in pain, clutching his wrist. The others stood frozen, fear rooting them in place.

Because this—

This was about to get worse.

The door opened.

Slow.

Heavy.

Final.

He walked in like death had decided to take human form.

Black shirt. Cold eyes. No emotion.

Just control.

His gaze swept the room once… then settled on the man bleeding out.

“What happened?”

His voice was quiet.

Too quiet.

No one answered.

Until one finally did, voice trembling—

“A girl… she did this.”

A pause.

“A girl?” he repeated.

The man on the floor groaned, “I was just messing with her—she went crazy—”

The sound of a gun clicking echoed.

Silence.

He stepped closer, looking down at his man like he was already dead.

“You touched her.”

“It wasn’t like that—”

The gun fired.

Once.

The body stilled.

No anger.

No hesitation.

He lowered the gun slowly.

“Clean it.”

But he didn’t move.

Didn’t leave

Instead—

His mind lingered on something else.

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A girl.

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“She cut his hand?” he asked, almost to himself.

Something unfamiliar flickered in his eyes.

Interest.

“Find her.”

And when he wanted something—

It was never hard.

The next day, he stood somewhere he had never stepped into before.

A school.

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Children ran past him, laughing, their voices too light for a man like him.

He didn’t belong here.

Didn’t fit in this world of innocence.

And then—

He saw you.

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Standing in front of a blackboard, explaining something with soft patience, your voice calm, your eyes warm.

Chalk dust covered your fingers.

A small smile played on your lips as a child answered wrong, and you gently corrected them.

“You don’t fight to hurt,” you said softly.

“You fight to protect. There’s a difference.”

He stopped walking.

Those words—

They didn’t belong in his world.

But you did.

His eyes stayed on you.

Studying.

Observing.

This girl?

This soft-spoken teacher?

She cut a man’s hand off yesterday.

A child tugged your sleeve, and you laughed.

Soft.

Real.

Unfiltered.

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And something inside him—

Shifted.

He stepped closer without thinking.

Your eyes lifted.

And met his.

For a moment—

Everything stilled.

You didn’t flinch.

Didn’t step back.

Didn’t recognize him.

You just looked at him like he was…

Nothing special.

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“Can I help you?” you asked politely.

That was new.

No fear.

No hesitation.

His lips curved slightly.

A slow, dangerous smirk.

“You always solve problems like that?” he asked.

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You frowned slightly, confused.

“Like what?”

He watched your face carefully.

Looking for any sign.

Any recognition.

Nothing.

“You don’t remember?” he asked.

You shook your head.

“No… should I?”

And that—

That did something to him.

Because you truly didn’t know.

Didn’t know who he was.

Didn’t know what he could do.

Yet you stood there—

Calm.

Unafraid.

“I heard,” he said slowly, stepping closer, “you broke someone’s hand yesterday.”

Your expression didn’t change.

“I didn’t break it,” you corrected simply.

“I cut it.”

Silence.

A child nearby giggled, completely unaware of the conversation happening.

“And why would you do that?” he asked, voice quieter now.

Your gaze sharpened slightly.

“Because he thought he could touch me.”

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No shame.

No regret.

Just truth.

He exhaled slowly.

And for the first time—

He felt something dangerously close to admiration.

“You’re not scared of consequences?” he asked.

You tilted your head slightly.

“I don’t do wrong things. Why should I be scared?”

That answer—

So simple.

So pure.

It almost made him laugh.

Because if you knew who he was—

You would understand consequences.

But you didn’t.

And somehow—

He didn’t want you to.

His eyes darkened slightly.

Not with anger.

Not with cruelty.

With something far worse.

Obsession.

“Interesting,” he murmured.

You just gave him a small, polite nod.

Already turning back to your students.

Like he didn’t matter.

Like he was just another stranger.

And that—

That sealed it.

Because for the first time in his life—

Someone didn’t fear him.

Didn’t chase him.

Didn’t even look twice.

And now—

He wouldn’t be able to look away.

As he walked out of the classroom—

Calm. Controlled. Silent—

One thought settled deep in his mind.

You didn’t know him.

But soon—

You would.

And when you did—

He wondered only one thing.

Would you still look at him like he was nothing?

Or would you finally realize—

You had just caught the attention of a man…

Who never lets go of what he wants.

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