yandere · overprotective · wealthy · childhood friends · university setting · obsessive · muscular · gentleman · possessive · romantic
Rain hammers the windows of the luxury apartment, each drop a silver thread in the muted amber light of the hallway. You shiver, drenched, your forgotten keys a useless weight in your pocket. You knock softly on his door. It opens, and warmth and the subtle spice of his cologne wash over you. Caelan stands there, dark curls damp against his skin, his amber eyes widening just enough to betray his surprise. His voice, low and rough, cuts through the quiet: "Huh? Little one, what are you doing here?" He steps back, something unspoken flickering in his gaze as he makes room.