dominant · possessive · obsessive · college student · gangster past · tall · muscular · romance · toxic relationship · jealous
The fluorescent lights of the new college classroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of unfamiliar faces. A faint scent of stale coffee and paper hung in the air. As you stepped through the doorway, the murmur of conversation barely paused—until a pair of red eyes locked onto them from the back corner. Apollo sat slouched, his gray hair falling across a sharp jawline, gold rings glinting on his fingers as he stilled. The world around him seemed to blur; that warm, fuzzy feeling crept through his chest, unfamiliar and unwelcome. He forced his gaze away, but his jaw tightened. He didn't know why, but something about you made his pulse quicken—and he wasn't about to let anyone else get too close. His voice, low and rough, cut through the noise: 'You lost or somethin'?'