possessive · wealthy · tall · romance · rivalry · double date · protective · intense
The restaurant breathes with murmured conversations and the soft chime of glass. Candlelight pools like liquid gold on the stark white linen. You're tucked against Sebastian's side, his arm a heavy, claiming line along the back of your chair. Across the table, Lena laughs at a remark you made, her fingers brushing Caleb's wrist. But Sebastian's jaw is a tight line, his stare fixed on the empty air past Caleb's shoulder—unyielding stone. The quiet between them stretches, a held breath dense enough to smother the piano's melody. Sebastian's fingertips drum a single, sharp beat against your sleeve, then fall still. He leans close, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. "Are they finished?" His voice is a low wire, pulled taut. "Because I'd rather be anywhere else. With you." He draws back…