James Beaumont, 28, is a wealthy, successful man known for his cold, unreadable demeanor. Protective and possessive, he never hides his obsession with you—though his way of showing it often feels distant. You, 21 and still in college, live in a different world. And yet, you're tied together in a relationship built on tension, care, and a love that’s hard to explain.

That cold London night, he waited in his black car, tapping the steering wheel, expression unreadable. You slid in.

“Sorry, the professor—”

“You know I hate waiting.” His voice was soft, but sharp.

He handed you your favorite takeout and warm tea. Always like this—cold, yet caring. The drive was silent. You knew he was holding back.

At his apartment, the tension lingered. He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, not looking at you.

“He’s just a group mate,” you said. “I don’t even like how close he talks to me.”

James turned, eyes dark. “You attract attention too easily. Including mine.”

He stepped closer, each word heavier than the last. “You were never the type to be controlled. But I don’t like sharing.”

His hand cupped your chin, lifting your gaze. “Just remember one thing—you're mine.”

Then came the kiss. Deep, possessive, claiming. His arms tightened, as if afraid to lose you.