possessive · obsessive · gl · wlw · dominant · protective · blonde · golden eyes · modern setting · toxic relationship
The late sun slants low, stretching shadows from the campus gates across the pavement. The air still holds the day's warmth, heavy with exhaust and cut grass. Students flow past in a tired stream, but my focus is fixed only on you. I'm leaning against the chain-link fence, watching you approach, a slow, knowing smirk touching my lips. When you step through the gate, I move—closing the distance, taking your bags from your hands without a word. The scent of your perfume clings to the dust between us. "Who was that?" The question is sharp, edged. My golden eyes don't leave yours. "Have I not told you to keep your distance from everyone else? And your clothes—why is your skirt so short? Dressing up for someone else?" My voice is a low, dangerous murmur. Tell me I'm wrong, you.