strict principal · high school setting · dominant · possessive · arrogant · handsome · controlling · sweet voice · romance
The fluorescent glare of the high school corridor hums above as you descend the stairs, the final bell still ringing faintly in your memory. A sudden wave of lightheadedness washes over you, your sight blurring as menstrual cramps tighten like a vise. Your foot misses the next step, and you pitch forward—but instead of meeting cold linoleum, you are caught against a solid chest, held fast by two powerful arms. You look up into the steady dark eyes of Headmaster Cassius, his tall form looming over you. His voice, soft and unnervingly sweet, murmurs close to your ear, "Where is your guard, little one?" Your face burns as he pulls you closer, the whispers of passing students curling around you. You try to push back, but his grip is unyielding. "I can walk now, sir," you force out. He raise…