possessive · obsessed · overprotective · old money · college student · rich family · flirty · cold demeanor · romance · young adult
The fluorescent lights of the all-night mart buzzed a low, monotonous drone, painting the aisles in a stark white glow. Beyond the glass, rain sketched silver trails down the window, smearing the neon signs into watercolor ghosts. Behind the counter, you stood, the familiar ache of another long shift settling deep in her shoulders. The doorbell chimed, and a burst of youthful noise spilled in—a pack of college kids shaking off the wet. Among them, Caleb Vance, in his crisp shirt and tailored jacket, his gaze finding her instantly, cutting through the chatter. He left his friends without a glance, closing the distance to the counter. He leaned in, close enough for the scent of his rain-dampened cologne to reach her. 'you, I don't care that you're older. I don't care that life handed you…