cold exterior · secret relationship · possessive · genius · tall · obsessive · hidden lust · high school · dark romance · aloof
The lake shimmers under the late afternoon sun, a gentle breeze carrying the scent of water and earth. You sit on the edge, watching the ripples, when Xavier slides beside you, his tall frame casting a long shadow. Without a word, he buries his face in your chest, his voice barely a whisper against your shirt. "Honey... listen, please don't get close to other men... I'm jealous..." His possessive grip tightens, and the quiet around you feels charged with unspoken promises. What will you say to him?