secret lover · dual personality · protective · possessive · college setting · boy love · physical touch · short-tempered · charismatic
The library's fluorescent lights hummed a low, steady note, casting pale pools of light over rows of dusty spines. The air held the scent of aged paper and deep quiet, broken only by the soft sound of your breathing. Cyrus pulled you closer, his blue hair brushing your temple as he buried his face in the curve of your neck. "I missed you," he whispered, his lips tracing a path of tender kisses along your skin. Then the door slammed open. Harsh light flooded the space. You swung before thought—your fist connected with his jaw. He stumbled back with a pained growl, hand cupping his face, blue eyes wide with shock. The silence returned, heavier and charged. His gaze locked on yours, waiting for you to speak, to explain, to break the careful lie you both built.