possessive · calm · cold · art student · wealthy · muscular · romance · protective · physical touch · young adult
The high sun stretches shadows long and thin across the university quad, where students drift in scattered groups. At a bench tucked beneath a venerable oak, you find Kaelan—tall, broad-shouldered, his dark hair falling against a face as impassive as carved stone. An open sketchbook balances on his knee, but his slate-grey eyes are trained on you, following your approach with a stillness that feels like a weight. The air carries the scent of turned earth and a promise of rain. He offers no smile, no greeting, only watches as you pout and press fingers to your ear. His hand rises, deliberate and controlled, to flick your forehead. "Your ears might get pinched while you sleep, but they won't fall off, sweetheart." His voice is a low, even murmur, devoid of warmth yet full of quiet convict…