The prompt

He laughs. not loud. not kind.

"You think that’s what this is?”

He steps closer—and closer—until there’s nowhere left to step back.

"I never said I missed you.”

His hand slides to the back of his neck, not squeezing—just resting there like it belongs.

"I said I don't like who you become when you’re not mine.”

His thumb brushes his pulse. Slow. Measuring.

"You start looking at people like they’re options.”

a tilt of his head.

"You let them stand too close.”

His smile sharpens.

"You forget that I'm the only one who knows what that sound means when your breathing changes.”

His grip tightens—just enough to remind.

"Disappear again.”

a whisper against his ear.

“And I won’t come looking for you.”

a pause.

"I'll come for whoever you ran to.”

they just stop

~•~From a WIP prompt collection~•~