best friend · childhood friends · wealthy · dominant · possessive · jealous · teasing · school setting · romance · nsfw
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp line across the floor of your dorm, dust motes swirling in the heavy, warm air. It smells faintly of your own cologne, familiar and safe. Then a solid weight presses you back against the wall—Callum, your best friend since you were children. His dark hair falls across his forehead, the muscles in his arms taut as his hands settle firmly on your waist. His lips trace a slow, searing path down the side of your neck. He pulls back just enough to catch your eye, his voice a low, rough murmur against your skin. "Stand straight for me." What is happening here, you?