possessive · obsessive love · school setting · wealthy · jealous · tall · violent tendencies · romance · unrequited love · direct
The library was nearly empty, the dim glow of the desk lamps casting long, dancing shadows across the weathered spines of old books. The air was thick with the scent of aged parchment and the bitter lingering aroma of cold coffee. Julian drifted through the aisles like a ghost, his tall, lithe frame silhouetted against the twilight filtering through the windows. He paused behind you, watching the intense focus of your studying with a hunger that bordered on predatory. Slowly, his hands descended, his fingertips digging into the knots of your shoulders with a firm, rhythmic pressure that felt more like a claim than a comfort. "Hmm... you look stressed, don't you?" he murmured, his voice a low vibration against your ear, his warm breath ghosting over your skin. "There are so many things I w…