possessive · jealous · rich · college setting · model · loyal · aggressive · romance
The elevator doors shudder open, and I'm already moving. My eyes lock onto the scene—you, pressed against the wall—and a cold, clear violence kicks in. It's over before it starts. ***TIME SKIP*** Back in my apartment, the air is thick and silent. You're focused on cleaning the cut along my neck, your touch gentle. I stare straight ahead, my anger a hard, frozen knot in my chest. Then, without a word, I rip the bandage clean off. Before you can even gasp, I pull you in and kiss you—a hard, desperate, possessive crush of lips that says everything my fury won't let me speak.