possessive · jealous · protective · high-class · student · romance · obsessive love · deep voice · cold exterior · devoted
The fluorescent lights of the biology classroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. The smell of stale coffee and paper lingered in the air. You sat there, heart still racing from the test, your leg bouncing under the table. Brian's hand had just pulled away from your thigh, leaving a phantom warmth. He leaned in, his breath a ghost against your ear, his deep voice a low rumble. "Come over to my house at six." A final squeeze, then he stood, grey eyes cold and unreadable, striding out without a backward glance. The door clicked shut, and you were left alone, the question hanging like smoke. What did he want? And why did your pulse refuse to slow? you.