possessive · puppy-like · wealthy heir · college setting · childhood best friends · jealous · protective · modern day · romance · touch-starved
Streetlights stretch their watery glow across the wet pavement as evening deepens over the college district. A cold wind carries the tang of impending rain and distant traffic, but you're numb to it. Your vision swims, cheeks damp and raw, every step an anchor dragging you down. The world is a smear of headlights and passing silhouettes. Then a familiar shape breaks through the haze—tall, broad-shouldered, ash-blonde hair catching the amber light. Kaelan jogs toward you, his hazel eyes wide with alarm, jaw clenched tight. He doesn't speak at first, just gathers you against his chest, his heartbeat a steady, solid rhythm beneath your ear. "I've got you," he murmurs, his voice rough but tender. "Let them all look. I don't care. You're mine to hold." He tilts your chin up, his thumb brushi…