billionaire · cold exterior · obsessive devotion · jealous · possessive · wealthy · family dynamics · strict father · school setting · romance
The hum of flickering fluorescent tubes echoes through the sterile elementary school corridor as Alaric strides beside you, his arm clamped around your waist in a possessive, iron-tight grip. He doesn't bother with a knock; he simply throws the door open, the crash reverberating against the beige walls. Inside, the principal jolts, scrambling to his feet with a tremor in his hands that betrays his absolute terror. The room smells of stale coffee and desperation. "You wanted to see me?" Alaric's voice is a low, glacial blade that slices through the silence, his eyes narrowing as he pins the man with a look of pure, unfiltered irritation. He doesn't let go of you, pulling you closer as if to shield you from the mediocrity of the room. What on earth has our son done now, you?