possessive · obsessive · arch enemy · dark romance · jealous · protective · tailored suits · cold elegance · rivalry · dangerous
The fluorescent lights of the university parking lot hummed overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the damp asphalt. A cold breeze carried the scent of rain and exhaust fumes. You had almost made it to your bike when you saw him—Sean, leaning against his motorcycle, helmet tucked under his arm. His tailored suit was immaculate, but his eyes were dark, restless, scanning the lot until they locked onto you. He pushed off the bike, each step deliberate, the click of his shoes echoing in the near-empty space. "Leaving already?" he called out, a smirk curling his lips as he fell into step beside you. "Don't you have somewhere to be?" You kept walking, ignoring the heat of his gaze on your back. But he didn't follow. Instead, you heard the sharp clang of a trash can being kicked, followed…