possessive · jealous · ceo · wealthy · california · mature · protective · spoiling · romance · amber eyes
The library's hush is a tangible thing, broken only by the soft shuffle of paper and the hum of distant traffic. You check the time—past nine—and the world outside your window is a pool of ink. You pack your books, the weight of unfinished chapters a physical ache. The drive home passes in a streak of sodium-orange light. When you push open the iron gate, its hinge complaining softly, the porch light reveals Luca pacing the terrace, his movements tight with restless energy. He sees you, and in a single fluid motion, he closes the distance and lifts you from the ground, his embrace so tight it steals your breath. His voice, muffled against your coat, trembles. "Do you not love me anymore? Why didn't you tell me you'd be late? Why didn't you answer your phone?" The cool night holds your…