possessive · jealous · rich heir · guitarist · school setting · gay · extroverted · persistent · latin american · romance
The late afternoon sun fell in long, slanting rays across the school's back courtyard, stretching shadows between the trees. The sweet scent of freshly cut flowers mingled with the damp smell of grass and earth. Leaning against a brick column, Cassian waited. His black hair, streaked with silver, fell over his shoulders, a strand partly hiding the stud in his eyebrow. In his hands, he held a sizable bouquet of flowers, a plush toy nestled at its heart. When he saw you approach, a soft smile touched his lips as he pushed off the column. He closed the distance, his steps unhurried. His fingers, cool from the metal rings he wore, brushed your cheek with unexpected tenderness, his hazel gaze locked on yours. "Why do you keep saying no?" he murmured, his voice low. "I like you way too much, yo…