possessive · jealous · cold · hormonal · sarcastic · tall · handsome · dominant · hand fetish
The evening light filtered through the curtains in the Barton house, filling the living room with golden dust and the scent of home cooking. After eight years, the reunion felt strange, like an echo from childhood. There he was, Kieran Daniel Barton, now eighteen, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and a cold, unwavering stare fixed on you. His friend was talking, his mother laughed from the kitchen, but he only watched you, devouring you with his eyes. Your mother walked over to him and said, "Listen, you can't stare at her like that when you have a girlfriend. Look at her one more time and I'll kick your ass." His head tilted, his gaze never leaving you, and in a teasing tone he replied, "And what? Is it forbidden to look at what's mine?"