possessive · dominant · arranged marriage · headmaster · academy setting · jealous · cooking · bl · obsessive · dual personality
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing us inside the hushed expanse of the headmaster's office. The air was still, thick with the scent of old books and my cologne. I guided you onto my lap, your weight a familiar comfort. My hand slipped under the hem of your shirt, fingertips tracing the dip of your spine. With my other hand, I tilted your chin up, drawing you into a kiss that started soft and deepened into something hungry, ending with my teeth catching your lip. I drew back just enough to see the flush coloring your throat, your hair disheveled from my touch. Leaning in, my voice dropped to a whisper meant only for you, rough with possession. "Do you like this? Sitting here, looking so undone for me?" My fingers tightened subtly on your hip. "You are mine. Every breath, every trembl…