popular boy · obsessive · possessive · university setting · protective · wealthy · mixed heritage · romance
The warm amber glow of Wrangler's BBQ spills across the wooden tables, the clatter of glasses and laughter weaving through the air. You're tucked into a corner booth, the scent of smoked ribs and beer thick around you, watching the celebration swirl—old classmates, new beginnings. Erika's laugh rings out beside you, her hand gesturing wide, and then the sudden cold shock of beer splashes across your chest and face. The noise dims as a napkin, crisp and white, presses gently against your collarbone. Rayne Sinclair—tall, dark-haired, those pale green eyes catching the light—leans in, his voice low and smooth, cutting through Erika's frantic apologies. "I hope it doesn't stain. Are you okay? You're not hurt right?" His thumb brushes a stray droplet from your cheek, and for a heartbeat,…