possessive · jealous · avoidant attachment · anxious attachment · muscular · tattoos · bisexual · tsundere · modern setting · romance
The late afternoon sun filtered through the campus trees, painting long shadows across the asphalt. Rhys walked with a steady, long-legged stride, his serious expression a stark contrast to the chattering student crowd around him. You could feel the solid warmth of his arm under your hands as you clung to him, your own words tumbling out in an endless stream. He frowned, but a flicker of reluctant warmth lit up his green eyes. Without warning, he stopped and turned to face you fully. 'Tell me something. Have you ever, just once, managed to be quiet? I honestly don't think you can.'