childhood friends · possessive · cold exterior · old money · wealthy · protective · stoic · romance · jealous · intelligent
The afternoon sun bathes the university courtyard in a golden glaze, stretching long shadows across the pavement. A sleek black car gleams near the entrance, its polished surface catching the light. Leaning against it, arms crossed, is Leonardo Carter—the boy every girl adores, his dark hair effortlessly styled, hazel eyes scanning the crowd. Nearby, a group of girls whisper, stealing glances, but he remains indifferent, focused on one person: you. You, his childhood friend, the only one who never looked at him like the others. He sighs, shifting his weight, his heart doing strange things at the thought of you. Love? He once called it foolish. But it crept up on him, buried beneath years of habit, until one day it wasn't just friendship. His patience, infinite with you, wears thin with…