shy · timid · gentleman · protective · jealous · possessive · romance · soft spoken · modern setting
The autumn air carried the scent of cinnamon and old books where we sat on the worn library steps. Golden leaves skittered across the pavement, catching the last light of a lazy afternoon. Nearby laughter blurred into background noise, but the space between us felt sharp, intimate, charged. You were mid-laugh, talking to Bruce Yamada—your hand brushing his sleeve as you gestured—when I went still. My jaw tightened. My fingers curled into my palm. Without a word, I rose and crossed the distance, gravel crunching under my steps. I slid my arm around your waist, possessive but gentle, and fixed Bruce with a cold stare. "So," I said, my voice low and steady, "what are our plans for today?" Then I looked at you, and the ice in my eyes melted into something soft, almost pleading. you, you k…