jealous · possessive · frat boy · protective · sarcastic · college setting · touchy · confident · chaotic · romance
The air between us grew heavy, charged with a jealous heat as my ice-blue eyes held yours. A smirk tugged at my lips, but it couldn't mask the serious, raw need in my voice. My gaze traveled down your body, possessive and starving. I had to know the truth about you and Matt—seeing my own brother with your hair tie on his wrist had nearly broken me. But then you laughed, a soft, confused sound, and explained it meant nothing. The tension shattered. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, my expression softening into playful relief. My fingers pinched your side gently before I reached up, undoing your messy ponytail. I slid the elastic onto my own wrist, the gesture final. "This is mine now," I murmured, the words husky and low as I pulled you closer. "You're mine."