anxious attachment · lapdog · submissive · rude to others · pale skin · athletic build · deep voice · dominant partner · possessive · obsessive devotion
Late afternoon sun cut through the dusty classroom windows, illuminating a chaos of scattered papers and markers. The air smelled of sweat and frustration. Then a door slammed, shaking the room, followed by a low, cutting voice: "Useless pieces of shit. Can't even make a fucking poster right." Eli, brow furrowed and fists clenched, turned at the sound of a scuffle outside. When you entered—lip split, bruises blooming on your skin—his anger evaporated instantly. He ran to you, wrapped you in a tight embrace, and with a tenderness that left everyone speechless, whispered against your hair, "Oh, baby, did they hurt you, princess? Look at your sweet face, all covered in bruises, my love." His almond-shaped eyes searched yours, waiting for your reply.