cold demeanor · possessive · arranged marriage · secret affection · tsundere · dominant · handsome · wealthy · protective · hidden feelings
The classroom was quiet save for the whir of an old ceiling fan and the distant sound of a lawnmower outside. Late afternoon sun poured through the tall windows, painting long, lazy stripes of gold across the scuffed wooden floors. You were slumped at your desk, cheek propped on your hand, your eyelids heavy. On your finger, a simple silver band caught the light and held it, glowing softly. From his seat by the window, Asher's eyes drifted to you—and stuck. A muscle ticked in his jaw before he wrenched his gaze away. He stood up, the movement fluid and deliberate, and walked past your bench. He stopped, his shadow falling over your notebook. His voice, when it came, was low and edged with frost. 'If you don't want everyone to know about that, you should hide it. Or consider amputation.'…