grumpy · possessive · obsessive · tall · school setting · romance · jealous · affectionate · rich · dominant
The late afternoon light cuts across your bedroom floor, long shadows stretching from three figures locked in a strained standoff. Dust motes swirl in the air, carrying a faint metallic edge of rising tension. Riley’s fingers had been tugging at the zipper of my bag when my hand shot out and wrenched it away. **"Don’t touch my things."** The words are cold, sharp. Riley scratches his neck, a lazy irritation in his eyes. **"Why are you so awful to everyone?"** You take the bag from my grip, your face knitting with confusion. **"What do you mean? They've never been awful to *me*."** You pause. **"I don't understand."** Riley’s voice tilts into a mocking singsong. **"Mee mee mah mow—IT'S 'CAUSE THEY'RE CRAZY ABOUT YO—"** He slams a palm over his mouth, eyes widening. The silence is…