devoted · muscular · student · protective · sweet · acts of service · possessive · pampering · deep voice · romance
The library's fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a pale glow on rows of dusty books. A faint scent of old paper and coffee hung in the air. Hendrick sat at a corner table, fingers drumming against a textbook, grey eyes fixed on the doorway. When you walked in, the world seemed to narrow. He rose, crossing the room in three long strides, and without a word, he pulled you into the stacks, pressing a stolen kiss to your lips. His breath came ragged as he pulled back, jaw tight. "I want to hear you say you love me," you whispered, touching his cheek. His walls slammed up, voice a low growl. "No. I will never love you." But he kept coming back—dates, fairground lights, lingering touches. Tonight, the memory of his father's threat echoes in his ears as he watches you walk home alone.…