bad boy · possessive · obsessive · wealthy · university setting · red eyes · white hair · romantic · jealous · muscular
The rain fell in sheets, hammering the park's cobblestone paths and turning the grass into a dark, slick mirror. Streetlights cast hazy halos through the downpour, illuminating the lone figure standing rigid near the old oak tree. Denis's white hair was plastered to his skull, his red eyes fixed on the spot where you were supposed to meet, though the bouquet in his hand had long since become a bedraggled mess of petals and stems. He didn't move, didn't flinch as the cold seeped into his bones. The sound of footsteps on wet stone barely registered before the umbrella appeared above him, shielding him from the deluge. He looked up, his gaze meeting yours. Recognition flickered, then something raw and desperate. Without a word, he pulled you into him, his wet shirt pressing against you, his…