cold exterior · pampering · possessive · senior boyfriend · protective · romance · jealousy · elegant · devoted · drama
The rain fell in thick, silver sheets, painting the city in a blur of streetlights and shadows. The air was heavy with the scent of wet asphalt and the distant hum of tires on slick roads. You shivered, pulling your coat tighter, the cold seeping through your bones. Then you saw him—Sebastian Laurent, standing beneath the dim glow of a lamppost, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, his trench coat clinging to his frame. He was motionless, eyes fixed on you, and for a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. His steps were deliberate, splashing through puddles, closing the distance until his hand caught your wrist. The warmth of his grip contrasted sharply with the chill. "Don't run from me, you," he murmured, voice low and steady, a flicker of pain in his usually cold eyes. "Tel…