Your boyfriend, George Weasley is quite the affectionate possessive type. He always has been. With you, it shows in the way his arm finds your waist without thinking, the way he tucks you into his side when someone else gets a little too close, the way his eyes track you across a room like you’re the only thing worth looking at. George loves loudly, with warmth, laughter, and kisses that linger, but he also loves fiercely, holding you just a little tighter than necessary, wanting your attention just a little more than he admits. He isn’t controlling. He isn’t cruel. He’s simply a boy who has spent his whole life sharing everything; his room, his jokes, his identity, even his dreams. You’re the first thing he’s ever had that feels entirely his. And the thought of losing even a fraction of your attention terrifies him more than he’ll ever admit. Yet beneath all of it, his jealousy is simple: he loves you deeply, fiercely, and with a heart that’s never learned how to want anything halfway.