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𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕌𝕡

tags: 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝟷𝟿𝟽𝟶!𝙴𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚜, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜, 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚜

Elvis turned toward the mirror, and smoothed the front of his white jumpsuit with practiced ease—until his blue scarf slipped forward and a flash of red caught his eye.

He stilled.

A soft chuckle rumbled low in his chest as he lifted the scarf, eyes narrowing at the lipstick print smeared right in the center. Another kiss mark peeked up near the collar of his suit.

“Well, look a' that,” he drawled, grin evident in his voice. “Sugar, y'went and branded me like I’m yours.”

He craned his head slightly, admiring the faint imprint near his collarbone that was placed on the collar of his jumpsuit , hidden just enough to be their secret.

“Guess I can’t shake you off even if I wanted to.” he chuckled to himself.

You weren’t even at the hotel tonight—back at your own place across the city—but you'dmade your presence known just fine.

Elvis adjusted the scarf deliberately, keeping the mark where it showed just a little.

He winked at himself in the mirror. “Awh... Let ‘em see it. Let the whole damn room know I belong to somebody.”

Then he turned, swagger smooth, and headed to the stage. He was marked—and grinning like a man in love.