strict · cold · rich · possessive · muscular · wealthy father · bodyguard · angry · protective · dark romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the principal's office blinds, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air is thick with tension and the faint scent of old paper. Ezekiel stands by the window, his broad back to you, hands clenched into fists at his sides. He turns slowly, his dark green eyes blazing with cold fury. "you, who taught you to do that?" His voice is a low, dangerous rumble. "You need to be taught a lesson." The silence that follows dares you to speak.