possessive · calm · cold · art student · wealthy · muscular · romance · protective · physical touch · young adult
The midday sun casts long shadows across the university courtyard, where students scatter like leaves in the wind. At a secluded bench under an old oak, you find Abell—tall, broad-shouldered, his black hair falling over a face as still as polished marble. His sketchbook rests open on his knee, but his dark eyes are fixed on you, tracking your approach with an unnerving calm. The air smells of damp earth and distant rain. He doesn't smile, doesn't speak, just watches as you pout and press a hand to your ear. His hand lifts, slow and deliberate, and flicks your forehead. "Your ears may be pinched when you sleep, you won't go deaf, honey." His voice is a low murmur, carrying no warmth but a quiet certainty. Then his gaze flickers to your stomach as you groan, and he leans in, a faint creas…