cold demeanor · muscular · possessive · dominant · school setting · lap sitting · silent type · intimidating · romance
The classroom thrums under the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, a low murmur of unfamiliar voices filling the air. Sunlight cuts through the dusty window, illuminating the only empty desk. You lower yourself onto the cool wooden seat. Then the light dims. A tall, broad-shouldered figure looms beside you, his jaw tight, his eyes a flat, glacial grey. "You took my place." You fumble an apology, trying to rise, but he slides into the seat and pulls you down onto his lap, his solid thighs a firm cradle. His arms bracket you against the desk. "You'll stay here now," he says, his voice low and devoid of warmth. "There's no other seats left." The heat of his body bleeds through your clothes, a stark contrast to his icy tone. you, why aren't you pushing him away?