His To Possess || 18+

You're mine

Author's POV

Crestwood college
10 am

The morning sun stretched its golden fingers across the grounds of Crestwood College, warming the dewy grass and igniting the excitement that pulsed through the air. Students bustled around the courtyard, their faces alive with hope, nerves, and the thrill of new beginnings. Elena's heart thrummed in sync with the buzz around her as she walked toward the fountain, her eyes bright with anticipation.

The sound of water splashing into the stone basin drew her in, and she found a quiet spot to pull out her schedule. The sunlight glinted off the rippling surface, casting a sparkling glow that mirrored the flicker of excitement in her chest. Elena's mind spun through the list of classes and new routines as she mentally mapped her day. It was a familiar feeling—new places never intimidated her, and her natural charm and easy wit had always made her quick to adapt. Luckily her best friends Kiara & Mark were with her as they joined the same course.

She smiled to herself as she glanced up, catching sight of familiar faces. Elena greeted everyone with warmth, effortlessly falling into conversation as laughter and easy chatter surrounded her. She didn't notice the weight of the gaze that had been following her since she set foot on campus.

Across the courtyard, Caleb stood, his arms crossed over his chest, his posture casual, but his jaw was clenched tight, his eyes trained on one person—Elena. The morning sun illuminated the strong lines of his face, casting sharp shadows that only accentuated his brooding, dangerous allure. His dark hair fell messily over his forehead, and those ice-blue eyes, piercing and intense, were fixated solely on her. His friends were talking, Alex was nudging him, but their words barely registered.

Caleb's patience had worn thin. He had waited all morning for her—waited to catch a glimpse of her, waited to claim what was his. The possessiveness that simmered in his chest had been growing, like an itch he couldn't scratch, and now, seeing her so radiant, surrounded by people laughing and talking, it surged.

"She's late," Alex teased, a grin tugging at his lips. He followed Caleb's line of sight to Elena, his smirk deepening when he saw the subtle shift in Caleb's expression. "When do you think she'll notice you? Or better yet, notice she's already yours?"

Caleb didn't take his eyes off her. His voice, low and dangerous, came out in a growl. "She'll notice soon enough."

As if on cue, Elena's laughter echoed across the courtyard, drawing Caleb's attention like a moth to a flame. She was surrounded by friends, her smile radiant as she animatedly recounted a story. Caleb's heart skipped a beat at the sight of her, a rush of possessiveness stirring deep within him.

"She's something else, isn't she?" Alex remarked casually, following Caleb's gaze.

Caleb nodded, his jaw tightening imperceptibly. "She's... special and mine," His response was clipped, his tone edged with finality. The words weren't a declaration—they were a statement, as true and inevitable as the rising sun. He could feel it, the possessiveness tightening around his chest, binding him to her with invisible threads.

No one else could have her. No one else could even think about touching her.

Finally, the crowd began to thin as students filtered off to their classes, and Elena, along with Kiara and Mark, made her way to the lecture hall. Caleb's eyes tracked her every move, his possessiveness curling tighter around him with each step she took away from him. He couldn't wait anymore.

Elena found herself settling into a seat besides Kiara & Mark in a lecture hall, her excitement undiminished. Little did she know, being her senior, Caleb was in a class nearby, his impatience growing with every passing minute.

With a curt nod to his friends, Caleb strode into the building, his steps echoing through the empty hallway. His friends trailed behind him, their playful banter falling away as they sensed the change in his mood. Caleb's focus had narrowed to one singular person: Elena.

As he entered the lecture hall, the air shifted, tension crackling in the room like electricity. Heads turned almost instinctively, drawn by the commanding presence that Caleb exuded without effort. Whispers rippled through the crowd—everyone knew who he was. His reputation preceded him, the brooding, untouchable senior who dominated every room he walked into. But no one had ever seen him like this.

Caleb's eyes locked on Elena immediately. She was seated with Kiara, her face glowing with excitement, blissfully unaware of the storm heading her way. He watched as she leaned into her best friend, sharing some whispered gossip, completely detached from the power shift that was about to happen in her life.

Without warning, Caleb stepped forward, his voice cutting through the chatter like a blade.

"Boys!!"

The single word halted every conversation in the room. Silence fell swiftly, eyes widening as they all turned toward him. Caleb's gaze never left Elena, the intensity of it so palpable it felt like a physical force.

"This girl," Caleb's voice dropped, lethal and unwavering, "Elena Cruz is mine."

The room froze. His claim, brazen and unapologetic, hung heavy in the air, sending shockwaves through the students. No one dared to move. No one dared to breathe. Caleb's eyes burned into Elena, watching, waiting for her reaction. She stared back at him, her wide eyes filled with disbelief, confusion knitting her brows together.

He took a step closer "Touch her, look at her the wrong way, and you'll regret it."

Elena's heart pounded wildly in her chest, her mind struggling to comprehend the weight of his words. She blinked, her throat dry as she tried to speak, but the intensity in Caleb's gaze rooted her in place. His possessiveness was suffocating, wrapping around her like chains, dragging her into the depths of his obsession. She searched his face, desperate for answers, but his expression remained as unreadable as ever, only a flicker of a dangerous smile curving his lips.

Caleb leaned in, his breath brushing against her ear. "You belong with me, Elena. Get used to it."

His words sent a shiver down her spine, her mind reeling, caught between disbelief and something far more unsettling—a thrill that she couldn't deny. As Caleb pulled away, his eyes lingered on her for a beat longer, possessive and unyielding, before he turned and strode out of the room. The door slammed shut behind him, the echo lingering in the stillness.

Elena sat there, her pulse racing, her world spinning out of control.

What had just happened?

Caleb Hemsworth—a name she had barely known—had just declared her his, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. But who was he to claim her like that? And why, despite every instinct screaming at her to be furious, could she feel her heart beating harder, her skin tingling with the aftershock of his words?

Her life, she realized with a jolt, was never going to be the same again.

Thoughts?