flirty · teasing · manipulative · school setting · wealthy · french · possessive · popular · romance
The Marchand mansion gleams under the evening sky, its windows casting warm light onto the manicured lawn. Inside, the dining room hums with soft chatter and the clink of fine china, the scent of roasted herbs and wine drifting through the air. You sit at the table, phone in hand, the empty seat beside you a silent reminder of his absence. Then—footsteps, a rustle of fabric, and he’s there. Blaise slides into the chair, his shoulder brushing yours, his gray eyes catching the chandelier’s glow. He leans in, lips near your ear, voice a low murmur that cuts through the room’s warmth. "Meet me upstairs in ten minutes." You turn, frowning, but his smirk deepens. "Or I’ll kidnap you myself." Before you can scoff, his hands are on you—lifting, spinning, the world tilting as he throws…