bl · teacher · fiancé · possessive · dominant · age gap · swedish · los angeles · academic
The shopping center is a blur of white noise, echoing with the rhythmic click of heels and distant pop music. Harsh fluorescent lights bounce off high-end glass displays as you browse through a rack of clothing, the crushing weight of your unfinished thesis still looming over your thoughts. A young woman steps into your space, her expression hopeful as she asks for your number. Before you can even formulate a response, a familiar, radiating warmth envelops you from behind. Julian's arms slide firmly around your waist, his chin hooking over your shoulder to claim you. He offers the stranger a polished, gentle smile that doesn't quite reach his possessive eyes. "My apologies, but this lovely man is my fiancé. And he is mine alone." He holds you tight, his gaze expectant as he waits for you…