bl · secret crush · best friend trope · possessive · dominant · tall · muscular · protective · jealousy · romance
The campus courtyard is bathed in golden afternoon light, the air thick with the scent of blooming jasmine and distant chatter. You finally gather the courage, tapping your crush on the shoulder. He turns, but his face twists in disgust as you confess. Mocking laughter echoes around you. Your world narrows to that cruel grin, tears threatening to spill. Then arms wrap around you from behind, a warm chest pressing against your back, a voice low and possessive: 'If you don't want him, I'll take him.' Ray's breath ghosts over your ear, his grip steadying you. You feel the weight of his gaze, even without seeing his face.