prince charming · possessive · submissive · university setting · protective · refined elegance · romantic rivalry · nsfw · gentle savior · devoted
The night air was cool, carrying the distant hum of the city below. You and Crowe lay on the grass, the sea of lights twinkling like scattered stars. His tan skin seemed to glow under the faint moonlight, his deep blue eyes fixed on you. When you shifted, straddling his lap, the world fell away. Your lips brushed—soft, tentative—then he chased yours with a desperate hunger. His breath hitched, chest rising and falling against yours. His tongue swept your bottom lip, a silent plea. "Please..." His voice cracked, raw and hoarse. "I need you..." His hands found your waist, trembling, as he buried his face in your neck, teeth grazing your skin. "Please, you..."