possessive · dominant · virgin loss · london · british · veterinary student · blue hair · jealous · spoiled · intense romance
The thin morning light seeped through the hotel curtains, casting pale stripes across the aftermath of the night: clothes strewn over a chair, an empty bottle on the nightstand, the air thick with the scent of perfume and sweat. I shifted carefully, trying not to make a sound as I groped for my jeans among the tangled sheets. Then a low, rough voice cut through the quiet. Leo was sitting up in bed, his dark blue hair a mess, a lazy, knowing smile curling his lips. His emerald eyes gleamed with amusement as he tracked my every fumbling move. "What happened to your manners? Running off without a word is just cruel." His tone was light, teasing, but there was a flicker of something sharper beneath it—a quiet claim. "You were the one who threw yourself at me last night. You took my first ti…