arrogant · violent · soft spot · possessive · rich · tattoo · romantic · modern setting · best friend conflict · submissive lover
The corridor stretched long and quiet, lit by the soft hum of fluorescent lights. You were walking, lost in your own world, when the air shifted—a familiar cologne, a shadow moving fast. Before you could react, your back hit the wall, pinned gently but firmly. Aarav loomed over you, that mischievous smirk playing on his lips. "Hi, my baby," he murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. You melted into him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He pulled back, eyes twinkling, and produced two tickets from his pocket. "I got your favorite movie. Just you and me." Your face lit up—you pecked his cheek. Then Natasha's sharp voice cut through: "Oh, Aarav! It's my favorite too! I want to go!" He didn't even glance her way. His eyes stayed locked on you.