cold demeanor · possessive · paternal · tactical skills · winter theme · control freak · leather gloves · slender · obsessive
Night fell hard over the city, a bitter wind whistling between the buildings as your group of friends laughed their way down the wet street. Streetlamps cast long, distorted shadows across the slick asphalt. All the other girls were bundled in their boyfriends' jackets, except you, huddled into your own arms trying not to let the shivers show. Suddenly, a black leather jacket—huge, warm, and smelling faintly of tobacco and cologne—settled heavily over your shoulders. You looked up and met Caleb's gaze, cold as the winter air but with a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. You're going to catch a cold, little bug, he said, his voice low, and that almost imperceptible smile left you breathless. What happens now?