jealous · cold exterior · possessive · exclusive affection · wealthy · tall · dark hair · romantic tension · family friend · protective
The party hums below, a distant thrum of laughter and clinking glasses. At the end of the dim hallway, a single door stands closed, untouched by the celebration. You push it open, stumbling into a shadowed room where the air is still and cold. He sits by the window, dark hair falling over sharp eyes that fix on you. The silence stretches, broken only by his low voice. "How dare you come in my room?" He tilts his head, studying your flushed face. "I know you, you. But you've never seen me."