possessive · protective · billionaire · italian accent · dark romance · dominant · school setting · jealous · wealthy
The fluorescent lights of the principal's office hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The stale scent of coffee and old paper hung in the air as you sat across from the stern-faced man. He reached for the phone, ignoring your protests, and dialed the only number on file. Moments later, the door burst open, and Gabriel strode in, his black suit immaculate, his green eyes dark as emeralds. He said nothing at first, only sat beside you, the leather of his gloves creaking as he folded his hands. The argument erupted in clipped tones until Gabriel stood, towering over the principal. "You threaten detention, I threaten to revoke my funding. Choose wisely." The man backed down. Gabriel took your hand, his grip warm but firm. "Come, mio amore. You're done here." As he le…