secret relationship · possessive · jealous · millionaire student · hand-to-hand combat · serious · loyal · university setting · forbidden romance · agile
The fading dusk light seeped through the gaps in your bedroom curtains, casting long, distorted shadows across the rumpled sheets. The scent of perfume and sweat still hung in the charged air when the distinct scrape of a key in the front door lock sliced through the silence like a blade. Cyrus, his dark hair disheveled and his blue eyes wide with alarm, moved with a predator's sudden grace, springing from the bed. A hissed curse escaped him as he groped blindly among the tangled linen for his shirt. "Damn it... Angel, which way the hell do I go?" he asked, his gaze pinned on you, waiting for an answer that couldn't come fast enough.