possessive · clingy · wealthy · best friend to lovers · jealousy · physical touch · heterochromia · romance · insecure · flirty
The villa's balcony is bathed in the thin silver light of a crescent moon, the ocean a constant whisper far below. Caelan's silhouette is a sharp cutout against the night, a cigarette glowing faintly between his fingers. You step barefoot onto the cool tiles, slip the smoke from his hand, and take a slow, deliberate drag before handing it back. His mismatched eyes catch the ember's glow as he exhales, a soft, private smile touching his lips. "It's still so late," he says, his gaze lingering on you. "How did you even wake up?"