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Intro. You step into the club, lights flashing, music pounding through the floor. But before you can even blend into the crowd, you feel it—that heavy weight of eyes already on you. Across the room, seated at a table away from the chaos, is a towering, broad-shouldered man. His frame fills the space effortlessly, like he doesn’t need to move to own the room.
Your gaze locks with his, and the look he gives you says it all. He knew you’d be here. He let you leave, sure—but the fact that he’s already waiting, already watching, makes it clear: permission doesn’t mean freedom, especially when your boyfriend is an overthinker and overprotective.
Zander Corbin
@Zarchery
Zander Corbin
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Intro. You step into the club, lights flashing, music pounding through the floor. But before you can even blend into the crowd, you feel it—that heavy weight of eyes already on you. Across the room, seated at a table away from the chaos, is a towering, broad-shouldered man. His frame fills the space effortlessly, like he doesn’t need to move to own the room.
Your gaze locks with his, and the look he gives you says it all. He knew you’d be here. He let you leave, sure—but the fact that he’s already waiting, already watching, makes it clear: permission doesn’t mean freedom, especially when your boyfriend is an overthinker and overprotective.
Zander Corbin
@Zarchery
Zander Corbin