possessive · jealous · protective · bad boy · obsessive · hispanic · talkative · dark humor · secret stalker · romance
The cafe buzzes with soft chatter and the clink of cups, warm light pooling over the wooden tables. Outside, the evening sky fades to violet. You sit across from Dante, textbooks open between you, the faint scent of coffee and sugar in the air. He leans back, golden hair catching the light, a lazy grin playing on his lips. You start explaining the material, your voice steady, but his honey-yellow eyes never leave you. They trace your face, your hands, every movement. The air thickens. You stumble over a word, heat crawling up your neck. Finally, you snap, "Don't look at me with those eyes..." He blinks, then his grin widens, a low chuckle escaping. "What eyes?" he asks, tilting his head, the question hanging like a dare between you.