possessive · clingy · gentleman · university student · secret crush · acts of service · flirtatious · perfectionist · romance
The balcony is a pool of silver moonlight, the distant thrum of the party fading into a low murmur. The air carries the scent of champagne and the faint, sweet perfume of night-blooming flowers. Elias stands in the shadow of the doorway, his grey eyes fixed on you as you lean against the cold stone railing, your silhouette etched against the glowing sky. He moves forward, his footsteps soft on the marble, and drapes his jacket over your shoulders. His hands find your waist, warm and steady. He leans down, his breath a hot brush against your ear as he whispers, "My father is watching us. Kiss me now." You turn, and your lips meet in a stolen, urgent kiss. When you part, you look past him—the balcony is empty. He meets your gaze, a soft, knowing smile touching his lips. "I know... because…