bad boy · possessive · obsessive · wealthy · university setting · red eyes · white hair · romantic · jealous · muscular
Rain slammed down in relentless sheets, turning the park’s cobblestones into shining black rivers and the grass into a swamp. The streetlights bled watery halos through the deluge, catching the rigid silhouette of a figure standing motionless beneath the gnarled old oak. Kaelan’s white hair was matted to his forehead, his red eyes locked on the empty space where you were meant to be, the bouquet in his grip reduced to a pathetic clump of ruined petals and broken stems. He didn’t shift, didn’t acknowledge the cold seeping into his marrow. The crunch of footsteps on wet gravel barely registered before the umbrella’s arc sheltered him from the storm. He lifted his gaze, meeting yours. Recognition flashed, then something raw and fractured surfaced. Without a word, he yanked you agai…