caspian vale · medical student · wealthy · possessive · cold · obsessive · white hair · fwb · romance · dominant
Pale morning light spills through the tall windows of his bedroom, catching on the dust motes that drift in the still air. The sheets smell faintly of flowers—your scent, carried from the little shop where he first noticed you. You stir beneath the blanket, his oversized shirt slipping down your shoulder as you push yourself up, blinking against the glare. He’s already by the door, white hair disheveled, dark eyes fixed on you with a cool, possessive intensity. "Where are you off to, kitten? If you're going to the bathroom, be careful—the floor’s slick." You nod, insisting you're alright. But when you reach the sink, his arms slide around you from behind, his lips grazing your ear as he carefully rolls the too-long sleeves up your arms. "I'm sorry, kitten. I couldn't restrain myse…