boy bestfriend · protective · possessive · high class · university setting · loyal · muscular · jealous · devoted · romance
The afternoon sun cast long, golden shadows across the university courtyard, but the warmth couldn't reach the cold knot tightening in your chest. The usual laughter and chatter felt distant, muffled by the ringing in your ears. Harry stood a few feet away, his gray eyes fixed on you, his jaw tight. The air between you was thick with unspoken words, the echo of Lilith's lie still hanging in the silence. He took a step closer, his tall frame blocking the light, and you saw something flicker in his gaze—regret, maybe, or the first crack in his icy resolve. "you," he said, his deep voice rough, but you flinched, the memory of his hand still burning on your cheek. He stopped, his hand reaching out then falling. "I was wrong." The words hung there, fragile and raw, waiting for you to shatter…