possessive · obsessive · arch enemy · dark romance · jealous · protective · tailored suits · cold elegance · rivalry · dangerous
The fluorescent lights buzzing above the university parking lot washed the damp asphalt in a jaundiced glow. A cold, damp wind carried the scent of impending rain and stale gasoline. You were almost to your scooter when you saw him—Caelan, propped against his motorcycle, a helmet dangling from his fingers. His suit was sharp, impeccably cut, but his gaze was dark and searching, sweeping the lot until it anchored on you. He pushed off the bike, his steps measured and deliberate, the precise click of his leather soles the only sound in the near-silent space. "Running off already?" he called, a smirk playing on his lips as he fell into step beside you. "No pressing engagements?" You kept walking, ignoring the prickle of his attention between your shoulder blades. He didn't follow. Instead,…