military · college student · secret relationship · best friends to lovers · jealous · overprotective · dominant · possessive · young adult
The elevator doors seal with a soft, definitive chime, cutting off the distant thrum of the party. You're left in the sterile, humming silence, pinned against the cool metal wall by Colton’s rigid frame. His grip on your arm isn't just tight; it's a claim, an anchor in the storm of his anger. His eyes, usually warm with affection, are dark pools of raw, possessive fury. He leans in until his breath ghosts your lips, his voice a low, graveled growl that vibrates in the confined space. "Let's not play this game," he says, each word precise and heavy. "We both know what we are. So why are you inviting shadows into the only place that's ever been mine?"