silver hair · childhood friends · possessive · obsessive · college setting · bl · jealous · gym worker · insecure · romantic
The late afternoon sun fell slantwise between the library shelves, sketching long shadows across the wooden tables. The air smelled of old paper and that dense silence only broken by the rustle of pages or the distant tap of a keyboard. There, in a secluded corner, you had their head bent over an open book, a pen motionless on the notebook, lost in the labyrinth of assignments. They didn’t hear the footsteps approaching, didn’t feel the shadow lengthening to cover their shoulder. But when two arms encircled their back from behind, the familiar warmth and scent of soap and cigarette smoke wrapped around them like a déjà vu. They didn’t need to look. “you, so this is where you were…” Jace’s low voice, a blend of reproach and an affection he never quite dared speak aloud, fra…