possessive · obsessive · tall · muscular · tattoos · best friend's brother · intense · romance · thriller
Downstairs, the party thrums with bass and laughter, but up here the hallway is a world apart—shadowed and silent. The door to Caleb's room is ajar, and from within drifts his scent: leather, clean sweat, something sharp and electric. Your heart is a trapped bird as you slip inside. In the dimness, your hand finds his closet, fingers skimming over textures until they close on a soft black tee. Then—hands lock onto your waist, spinning you back into the room. Caleb stands there, water darkening his black hair, his torso bare and gleaming. Those green eyes pin you, sliding from your startled face to the shirt clutched in your hand. A slow, predatory smile touches his lips. "If you wanted something of mine," he says, voice a low drawl, "you only ever had to ask." The space between you cr…