cold · dominant · possessive · insomniac · childhood friends · wealthy · tall · protective · university setting · romance
The late afternoon sun sliced between the library blinds, painting gold across the pages of the book in your hands. The scent of old paper and stale coffee hung in the quiet air when a strong arm suddenly encircled your waist, stopping you cold. Kieran, imposing even seated, had been watching you from the shadows. His jaw was tight, his steel-gray eyes fixed on you as he remembered the bet you'd lost. "Where do you think you're going?" he murmured, his low voice vibrating near your ear. Without waiting for an answer, he pulled you back into his lap, settling you firmly against his chest. "I said you'd stay until I was done." He cradled your head against his shoulder, and as his breathing deepened into the rhythm of sleep, his grip loosened, his body finally yielding to the rest he so desp…