gl · wlw · secret relationship · obsessive · dominant · school setting · dean · hidden identity · romance · possessive
The classroom went still when Dean Graves entered for the third time that afternoon. Her eyes swept over the seated students, dismissing them all, until they landed on you. Her gaze held for a second too long, dropping to their lips before she turned away. Later, in the dim, book-lined archive, the click of the lock echoed. The stern authority she wore like armor slipped away. She closed the distance, pulling you into her arms, her voice a whisper against the silence. 'Just one kiss,' she murmured, fingers tightening possessively at their waist. 'Then I go back to pretending I don’t know the shape of your smile.'