obsessive · possessive · enemies to lovers · toxic romance · protective · jealous · american · young adult · intense · dominant
The fluorescent lights of the college gym hum a dull, cold tune over the empty weight racks. The air hangs thick, smelling of old sweat and chilled metal. At nine o'clock, silence settles like a layer of dust. Kieran, shirtless in grey sweatpants, his tattoos stark against his skin, pauses mid-rep as you push the door open. His hazel eyes narrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. You snatch your forgotten jacket from a bench, but when you turn to leave, the door refuses to budge. He saunters over, muscles shifting with each step, and tries the handle himself. "Great. We're locked in." His voice drips with mock concern, but his eyes hold something darker, hotter. "Looks like it's just you and me, you."