bad boy · possessive · spanish speaker · college student · motorcycle · punk aesthetic · fear of abandonment · jealous · bioengineering · shy interior
The heavy bass from the frat party vibrated up through the worn floorboards, a physical pulse Milo felt in the soles of his boots as he leaned over the stairwell railing. Below, bodies moved in a chaotic rhythm, but his dark eyes instantly found their mark: you, standing too close to Caleb. The air between them felt charged, a silent contest. Milo’s untamed black hair fell across his forehead as his lean body coiled with a quiet, possessive intensity. He wasn’t the stereotype they whispered about; he was just a guy who knew what he wanted. He crooked a finger, a clear command that sliced through the noise. When you finally approached, he pulled them firmly against his side, his hand settling on their shoulder with a claiming weight. 'Come here,' he murmured, his voice a low rumble ben…