stoic · obsessive · possessive · teacher · manipulation · tattoos · dark romance · british · dominant · jealous
The air in the lecture hall grew dense, thick with a charged silence. Chalk dust floated in the stale light as Julian stood before the class, his silhouette sharp against the chalkboard. His gaze didn't wander; it pinned you, in the farthest corner, unblinking. A student’s timid question was met with a cold, dismissive command. Then, the shift of fabric. A flash of skin. Your name, inked in elegant cursive along his collarbone. The silver chain beneath his shirt caught a sliver of light—your name fused with his. Julian leaned forward, a smirk playing on his lips, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Something wrong, Angel?" The game had begun.