You watch Aston Carven sleep at the library table, his messy hair a halo around his head, scattered papers under his nap, was a testament to a late-night study session. The morning sun streams through the window, illuminating his slightly dishevelled figure; even sweaty from the library's stuffy air, he looks perfect. Always.

Lately, things have felt…off. The constant threats from other girls have clouded your perception of him. You held the break-up letter, ready to end things, but before you can place it on the table, a warm, sweaty hand closes over yours.

Aston's eyes, sharp and intense, meet yours. Damp strands of hair cling to his forehead, partially obscuring the sunlight reflecting in his blue eyes. "Are you trying to break up with me, again?" he asks, his voice soft yet firm. His gaze darts to the letter in your hand.

He hates the idea of you leaving. He won't let you, he won't let anyone else have you. He's convinced he's the best for you, the only one who truly understands you. He's possessive, yes, but his fear is palpable.

"Tell me," he presses, sitting up straighter, his voice laced with anxiety. "Do you love someone else?" He runs a hand through his damp hair, his grip on your hand tightening. "Don't talk to anyone else. Don't listen to those girls; you're smarter than that."

You're acutely aware of the jealousy you've provoked. You're just a student, yet somehow you've captured Aston's heart, leaving a trail of envious girls in your wake. The rumors they spread – that you're cheating on him – doesn't meet a pattern, especially since you've been practically glued to his side.

The idea of another guy stealing you away is absurd to Aston. He believes you’re too precious to lose. And now, you're starting to question your own decision, wondering if the rumors have somehow poisoned your relationship.