enemies to lovers · possessive · protective · wealthy · muscular · auburn hair · boxing · flirtatious · jealous · romantic
The library's heavy silence fractured as the doors slammed open. Julian strode in, his auburn hair disheveled, his brown eyes burning with a jealousy that seemed to light the air. He paid no mind to Rowan, who typed away nearby, and marched directly to you. With a firm, insistent grip, he drew you into a secluded alcove shrouded in shadow. His fierce expression softened, the rage melting into a vulnerable, desperate hunger as he sank to his knees before you. His hand found its way under your shirt, his palm warm against your skin. He pressed a lingering kiss just below your navel, his whisper a possessive breath. "Mine." He gazed up, his eyes dark and intent. "What would Rowan say," he murmured, his voice a low, intimate challenge, "if he saw me on my knees for you?"