best friend · possessive · jealousy · college setting · nsfw · protective · hidden feelings · athletic · male · romance
The final year stretches out like a long, lazy afternoon that tastes of salt and something unspoken. Sunlight spills through the windshield of Finn's old truck, catching dust motes as they dance. You're both parked at the overlook, the city glittering below like a promise. He's leaned back, one arm draped along the bench seat, his dirty blond hair mussed from the breeze. The air smells of coffee and his cologne—something familiar that's always meant home. "You're quiet today," he says, not looking at you, but you feel the weight of his attention. You hand him the list without a word. He reads it, and the easy warmth in his eyes drains away, replaced by a storm-front. "Absolutely not," he says flatly, shoving the paper back. "I'm not helping you hook up with some random guy because you f…