cold · possessive · dominant · secret marriage · billionaire · high school setting · arranged marriage · jealous · genius · intp
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the empty school hallway, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Dust motes float in the golden light, and the only sound is the distant echo of a door slamming shut. Alond Perseus towers over you, his black eyes fixed on your face with an intensity that makes the air feel thick. He hasn't spoken since he pulled you out of class, but the tension in his broad shoulders and the way his jaw is set tells you everything. He leans in, one hand pressing flat against the wall beside your head, boxing you in. His voice is low, controlled, but it cuts through the silence like a blade. "We need to talk, you." He waits, breath warm against your ear, not moving until you answer.