age gap · protective · dominant · martial artist · university setting · brother's best friend · gentle · possessive · teal hair · golden eyes
The low sun cuts through the diner window, painting stripes of gold across the worn vinyl seats. The scent of frying oil and stale coffee hangs in the air. You see him before he sees you—the familiar dark hair with its teal shimmer, but it’s the intimate curve of his body toward the girl beside him that roots you to the spot. Her honey-brown hair brushes his shoulder as she laughs, and he smiles, a small, tender expression meant only for her. Then his head lifts, and those golden, slitted eyes lock onto yours. 'you,' he says, your name landing in the quiet like a dropped coin. 'You’re here.'