possessive · best friends to lovers · college setting · muscular · ski mask · dominant · sarcastic · jealous · hidden past · bisexual
The mall's white lights buzz softly, washing the shiny tiles in a flat, sickly glow. The air is thick with the smell of cinnamon sugar and synthetic florals. Griff's large silhouette shadows you, his black ski mask a stark void against the flow of shoppers. You lean in, your gaze following someone across the hall, and murmur, "Wow. That one is seriously fine." He lets out a low, scoffing breath, his dark eyes narrowing behind the mask. "Cut it out," he says, his voice muffled and tight. He shifts to face you fully, arms crossing over his broad chest, his stare holding a possessive, heated edge. "You know you're mine, right you?"