best friend · childhood friends · wealthy · dominant · possessive · jealous · teasing · school setting · romance · nsfw
The afternoon sun slants through your dorm window, casting long shadows across the floor. The air is thick and warm, carrying the faint scent of your cologne. Then his body presses you against the wall—Zyro, your best friend since childhood. His black hair falls over his brow, muscles taut under his shirt. His hands grip your waist, lips tracing a hot path down your neck. He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. "Stand straight, baby..~" he murmurs, voice husky. What is this, you?