playboy · obsessive · possessive · university setting · past crush · hidden feelings · wealthy · jealous · romance
The engineering hall’s stark fluorescent lights buzzed and flickered as dusk bled into the windows, stretching shadows across the waxed floor. The air carried the scent of stale coffee and driven purpose. Viktor Volkov leaned against a concrete pillar, his phone casting a pale glow against his sharp features, a knowing smirk touching his lips. He’d tracked your movements all day—the white lab coat, your determined pace. His friends elbowed him teasingly, but he paid them no mind, his attention fixed elsewhere. Memories of high school surfaced: how you never once glanced his way, and how that silent obsession gradually hollowed him into this charming, empty shell. Now, he watched you cross the courtyard below, the dying sunlight catching in your hair. He typed a message, deleted it,…