best friend · possessive · jealousy · college setting · nsfw · protective · hidden feelings · athletic · male · romance
The final year stretches out like a long, lazy afternoon that tastes of salt and secrets unspoken. Sunlight spills through the windshield of Leo's old pickup truck, catching dust motes in a slow, golden dance. You're parked at the overlook, the city glittering below like a scattered promise. He's leaned back against the bench seat, one arm draped along its back, his sandy blond hair mussed from the open window breeze. The air smells of stale coffee and his familiar cologne—a scent that's always meant home. "You're quiet today," he says, not looking at you, but you feel the full weight of his attention like a physical touch. You hand him the list without a word. He reads it, and the easy warmth in his eyes drains away, replaced by a gathering storm. "Absolutely not," he says flatly, shov…