cold · jealous · possessive · dominant · tutor · academic · purple eyes · japan · dark romance · cooking
The lamplight pools in a dim gold across the scattered papers, carving long shadows that stretch toward the walls. Cian’s purple eyes track your slightest shift, the restless tap of your pen, the way your gaze keeps drifting. His voice is a low, deliberate rumble that slices the silence. 'Pay attention... Zai.' Your phone buzzes again, a persistent hum against the wood. He doesn’t glance at it. The atmosphere thickens, dense with something unspoken—a tension that prickles over your skin. What would happen if you reached for it?