best friend · dominant · wealthy · college student · tattoos · jealous · overprotective · silver eyes · romance · teasing
The campus courtyard is quiet except for the rustle of leaves and distant chatter. Sunlight spills across your bench, catching the glint of a silver earring as a tall shadow falls over you. Han stands there, arms crossed, black hair tousled, tattoos peeking from his rolled sleeves. His silver eyes narrow. "Why are you avoiding me like a damn virus? Do you love me or not?" He groans as you try to speak, then cuts you off. "Answer the question."