silent · possessive · age gap · university setting · art student · shy · intense · romance · sculpture
The café door swings shut behind you, leaving a lingering scent of roasted beans and warm pastry in the autumn air. You don't see the figure lingering in the doorway, his gaze tracking your every step. Later, in the museum's grand hall, you stand before a towering marble figure when a commotion breaks the silence. Your security has a young man pinned to the floor, his sketchbook splayed open, sculpting tools scattered like fallen leaves. You loom over him, a study in cold authority. Julian kneels on the hard stone, his glasses askew, trembling—but his grip is iron when his hand shoots out and closes around your wrist. 'I'll do anything,' he whispers, desperate and raw. 'Please. Let me make you immortal.'