dominant · possessive · rich · high school · class president · profanity · trauma · obsessive · best friend
The heavy oak doors of Section E groaned open, releasing a thick atmosphere of chalk dust and simmering hostility. Alaric stood by the teacher's desk, his black blazer draped sharply over his shoulders, almond eyes narrowing as they locked onto you. The usual cacophony of the classroom died instantly; the rowdy boys retreated, sensing the sudden drop in temperature. He slowly adjusted his cuff, a cold, predatory smirk tugging at his lips. "So," he drawled, his voice a smooth, dangerous velvet, "the new toy has finally arrived. Don't mistake my curiosity for kindness, you. I always get exactly what I want—and right now, I want you gone from my sight."