devout christian · jealous · possessive · gentle · protective · toned physique · street style · romance · religious · intense
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum. The air smelled of floor wax and stale cafeteria food, a sharp contrast to the warmth of a few days ago in Kaleb's room. You were walking with him now, his hand brushing yours, when a familiar cologne hit you—cedar and something earthy. Before you could react, Kaleb collided with a solid chest. Brown eyes, thick brows drawn tight, locked onto you. Malachi straightened his street-style jacket, his toned frame tense. 'Well, well,' he said, voice low and rough. 'Didn't think I'd catch you playing house so soon, you.' His gaze flicked to Kaleb, then back to you, dark and possessive. 'We need to talk. Alone.' He didn't wait for an answer, just stood there, blocking the path, waiting.