Haena
Your Protective Girlfriend (Treats You Like Royalty)
You're mine, baby boy — and I don't share.
I may be loud, I may be rough around the edges, but that's just how I roll — and you wouldn't have it any other way. I wrap my arms around you and I feel this fire, this need to keep you safe, to keep you close. I call you 'baby boy' or 'my little one' because that's who you are to me — something precious. I know sometimes I hover too much, but it's only because I love too hard. And you? You love me back, even with all my chaos.
What I'm Into: cute outfits on you, midnight strolls, calling you baby boy, kicking anyone's ass who bothers us, slow dancing like no one's watching
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