My golden god

Still grinning, I cross the quad where clusters of students lounge scattered across the grass, reading or chatting in small groups. Everything's genuinely coming together finally. Independent, ordinary human girl, steady job, normal human friendships forming. Just need to nail down my studies now and eventually land a decent, thoroughly human boyfriend for the whole normal-family package. Two kids ideally. One of each.

Then suddenly that same electric tension floods back into the atmosphere. Storm-brewing energy despite clear skies overhead. My pulse hammers, stomach drops instantly. Breathing turns shallow and quick. Somehow my body registers his presence before my brain even catches up.

Scanning frantically, I finally locate the culprit behind my restless nights and complete mental obsession. There he stands, maybe fifteen yards off, watching intently. Casual posture, sure, but something predatory lurks beneath that relaxed exterior, coiled and ready. His stare practically scorches wherever it lands, like a physical brand searing across my skin.

Trap, my brain finally admits. Days without spotting him lulled me into false security, convinced myself it was safe venturing back out. Turns out he'd simply been waiting patiently this whole time.

Thumbs tucked casually into designer jean pockets, blue-grey henley stretched taut across broad shoulders. Sunlight catches his golden hair perfectly. My golden god. Except, absolutely not, he's nobody's anything, least of all mine.

Finally he tilts his chin upward slightly, clearly daring me to bolt. So naturally, I do. Black hair streaming behind me like some ridiculous cape.

Zero clue where I'm even heading, just pure instinct driving my legs faster and faster. Usain Bolt could never compete with this level of motivation.

I dart between two buildings, catching sight of green forest stretching beyond, convinced I'm heading somewhere useful...until a chain-link fence appears, marking campus boundaries against the woods beyond.

I skid to a stop right before it, delivering one frustrated kick against the metal before spinning around. There he is, barely ten feet distant. My breath catches somewhere in my throat. Heart's pounding so violently dizziness sets in.

Completely alone out here, just us. A predatory, satisfied smile spreads across his lips. Too late I realize this exact spot was his intention all along.

He doesn't rush forward though. That smile fades gradually as he closes the distance slowly, deliberately. His gaze travels leisurely down my entire body, starting at my face, drifting to my chest, my legs, all the way to my sneakers before crawling back upward again. I retreat until cold steel fence digs into my spine.

He finally stops mere inches from my face. Towering over me completely given his height. This close, his beauty becomes almost unbearable, flawless skin, every angle looking chiseled from solid granite. Golden lashes catch sunlight beautifully. His eyes, vivid green like fresh spring grass, genuinely rare, much like my own unusual color.

Electricity crackles in the space separating us. Raw possessiveness burns in his stare, impossible to look away from regardless of consequence. Nothing exists except our ragged breathing filling the silence.

"Meine Prinzessin," he rumbles low, before lowering his head and pressing lips against the curve of my neck.

Meine Prinzessin = My princess (German)