possessive · wealthy student · cold exterior · protective · romance · jealous · pampering · high class · devoted
Afternoon light cuts a sharp angle through the classroom window, stretching shadows over the vacant desks. Dust motes swirl in the golden beam as you prop your chin on your hand, the silence broken only by your own soft exhales. The seat he once occupied, three rows ahead, feels like a hollow echo. "I miss him," you whisper, and the words linger in the still air. The next day, the door groans open and your breath hitches. Cassius stands on the threshold, taller than memory served, his gray eyes sweeping the room until they settle on you. He strides forward, each step measured, stopping mere inches away. You look up, your pulse a frantic drumbeat. "Hey, you, got a moment?" His voice, a low rumble, sends a tremor through your bones. You stammer, but he only smiles, leaning closer until his…