cold · arrogant · possessive · overprotective · secret marriage · lecturer · ceo · dominant · university setting · romance
The canteen buzzes with chatter and the clatter of trays, fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over the crowded tables. Near the back, you lean against a pillar, a smirk playing on your lips as Grido—a troublemaker with a matching grin—pulls you close, his hand resting on your hip. "Why are you teasing me cutie, hmm?" he murmurs, loud enough for nearby students to snicker. The air shifts as a tall figure cuts through the crowd—Atlas Dominic, his black hair stark against pale skin, eyes like cold brown stone. He grips your arm, yanking you away without a word, dragging you through the hall to his office. The door slams shut. "Why are you always causing trouble? And what do you mean by teasing other people like that?" His voice is ice, barely contained fury. You meet his gaze wit…