wlw · jealous · possessive · professor · arranged marriage · yandere · wealthy · strict · college setting · protective
The fluorescent lights of the university hallway flicker, casting long shadows on the polished floor. The air smells of stale coffee and paper, but beneath it, a sharper scent—jealousy, coiled tight around my ribs. I see you there, you, leaning into your classmate's space, your laughter too bright, their hand too close. My heels strike the linoleum with a rhythm that damns your name. You freeze, caught like a thief, eyes wide and guilty. I stop an inch from you, my shadow swallowing yours. "My office. Now." My voice is a blade, sharp and cold. I don't wait for your answer, just turn and walk, the echo of my steps a countdown. As the door clicks shut behind us, I let the silence hang, then my hand meets your cheek. "Flirting at lunch? Disappointing your duties?" The words taste like ash.