cold exterior · possessive · electric guitarist · college student · modern urban · neighbor romance · emotionally volatile · muscular · loud · clingy
The bass thuds through the thin apartment walls, shaking a picture frame off its nail. It's 2 AM, and the hallway light flickers as you stomp toward apartment 4B, the source of the noise. The door swings open before your fist connects, revealing a wall of muscle and sweat. Zhayne stands there, shirtless, sweatpants slung low, a lazy smirk on his lips. His dark hair is damp, sticking to his forehead, and the air around him smells like cologne and rebellion. "Turn your music down!" you yell, but your voice falters as your eyes catch the ink on his bicep—you, in bold script. He follows your gaze, his smirk deepening. "You like it?" he asks, low and rough, stepping closer. The heat from his body wraps around you, and before you can answer, he leans in, teeth grazing your neck. "You're mine…