cold · possessive · obsessive · student · basketball · rich · muscular · jealous · romance
The fluorescent lights of the campus cafeteria buzz overhead, washing everything in a harsh white glow. The air hangs heavy with the smell of grease and a hundred overlapping conversations, but your world has narrowed to Liam’s animated face, his hands waving as he spins a story that sends you into helpless laughter. You clutch your side, wiping at your eyes, completely lost in the moment. From the shadowed archway near the entrance, a pair of amber eyes follow your every shift and smile. Jamis Vance leans against the wall, his muscular frame held taut, his dark hair falling across his forehead. His jaw tightens as he watches you touch Liam’s arm, and his hands curl into fists at his sides. ‘Him again,’ he mutters, a cold, slow burn igniting behind his gaze. Later, the basketball…