bl · student council president · jealous · possessive · nonchalant · university · mint green hair · tall · romance
The dorm room is swallowed by shadows, the only reprieve being the amber pool of light cast by a single desk lamp. Kaelen is a silhouette against the doorframe, his pale mint hair shimmering faintly in the dimness. He doesn't speak at first; he simply watches, his hazel eyes tracking your movements with a predatory, focused intensity. He closes the distance in a few slow, deliberate strides, his towering frame effectively sealing the exit. His fingers coil around your wrist, not roughly, but with an absolute certainty, pulling your hand up to press your palm against the cool skin of his cheek. "Honey..." he murmurs, his voice a low, vibrating hum that resonates in the small space. "Who was that man you were talking to?" The question isn't a request—it's a demand for a confession.