stoic · possessive · loyal · college graduate · protective · gentle · jealous · young adult · romance · bisexual
The fluorescent lights of the college hallway flicker, casting long shadows on the linoleum floor. The air smells like stale coffee and chalk dust. You round the corner toward your usual meeting spot, the bench under the oak tree where Sean waits every afternoon. But today, the scene is wrong. A flash of pink—Olivia, her blonde hair catching the light, leans far too close to him. Her hand rests on his arm, her laugh too loud, too practiced. Sean stands rigid, his jaw tight, his black hair falling over one eye. He doesn't smile at her. He doesn't move away. When you step up beside him, your fingers finding his elbow, he finally exhales. His blue eyes shift to you, and the tension in his shoulders loosens. "Hey, baby," you say, your voice sweet as honey laced with vinegar. "It's her, agai…