His To Possess || 18+

First Kiss

Elena

That night in the club had been a revelation, both unsettling and comforting in ways I never expected. Caleb had shown me a side of himself that left me reeling—a side so fiercely protective, it both terrified and wrapped me in an undeniable sense of safety.

It was a contradiction I couldn't reconcile: how could someone make me feel so secure yet so suffocated at the same time?

The days following that incident were a blur of emotions. Caleb was attentive, more so than ever before. His every action, every word, was a delicate balance between possessiveness and tenderness. It was always clear—in his world, I was his. The idea was thrilling in a way, yet it weighed on me, challenging the independence I had always valued.

We spent nearly every moment together after that night, his presence a constant shadow over my life. And, truth be told, those moments were some of the happiest I'd had in a long time. We talked for hours about everything and nothing, our conversations flowing easily as we strolled across the campus, shared meals, and even studied side by side in the library. He made me feel cherished, as if I were the center of his universe. But behind those sweet moments, a lingering tension simmered, a tension I couldn't ignore.

Caleb's overprotectiveness was overwhelming, suffocating in its intensity. It was as if he was always on high alert, ready to shield me from any perceived threat. It was sweet, in a twisted kind of way, but also maddening. I wasn't a fragile flower that needed constant guarding, yet Caleb seemed determined to wrap me in a protective cocoon, whether I wanted it or not.

As the days went by, the campus buzzed with excitement. Freshers' week was just around the corner, and everyone was talking about it. It was a big deal, especially for freshmen like me. I was looking forward to it, eager to experience everything that college life had to offer.

One afternoon, I was sitting in the cafeteria with Kiara and Mark. They had apologized profusely for the events of that night, and I had forgiven them. It wasn't their fault; life happens.

We were chatting about the upcoming Freshers' event when a young boy, who used to work in the cafeteria and now had a job in another department, approached our table with a small box.

"Someone asked me to give this to you," he said, handing it over. "A guy sent it, but he didn't mention his name."

I frowned, my curiosity piqued as I took the box from him.

Who would send me a gift?

I opened the box carefully, my heart pounding a little faster with each passing second. Inside was a beautiful necklace and bracelet, accompanied by a note that read:

"Pretty gifts for a pretty girl. Will you be my Freshers' date?"

Shock washed over me as I read the note, my mind immediately jumping to Caleb. Half of Crestwood referred to me as "Caleb's girl," a title I loathed yet couldn't seem to shake. It felt like an invisible brand, marking me as his in the eyes of everyone else.

I already knew that this wasn't from Caleb.He would never go about things this way. He was many things—intense, obsessive, and all-consuming, but secretive wasn't one of them.

When Caleb wanted to show he cared, it was never done in shadows or subtle gestures. His affection came in grand displays, the kind that made sure everyone around knew who I belonged with.

I exhaled, my eyes tracing the edges of the box again. This wasn't his style. Caleb loved to show the world how much I meant to him—every touch, every glance was deliberate, possessive, like he was staking a claim in front of everyone. He wasn't the type to slip quietly into the background when it came to me.