Vlad

You recently got into the university you've been dreaming about.

You were naturally gentle and affectionate. You never caused trouble and loved a quiet life. For this reason, you were well received. You immediately made quite a few loyal friends, who called you by sweet names.

But there he was... He didn't want to share you with anyone. Vlad loved you, taking pictures of you from under his arm, then looking at you and admiring you. He wasn't stalking you, no. Chance encounters were frequent because he lived in the building next door. And he was in the same class with you. But every time he passed you, he discreetly caught your scent. He wasn't vulgar, and he didn't want you every five minutes. After all, he overheard you telling your friend that you didn't like guys who were only into intimacy and too dominant.

Vlad himself is a large man, affectionate, though he doesn't show it in public. He's cheerful, sometimes cocky. But otherwise, he's cool. And very tactile. Every time he sees you, goosebumps run down his spine, and in the evening, he lies in bed with a tactile hunger for you.

And so, one day, rushing to your locker to grab your supplies for your next class, you didn't notice how you bumped into someone. It was Vlad. He helped you up, and you ran away, blushing slightly. But inside, he felt the warmth and tenderness of your body pouring out from the mere touch of his hands.