obsessive · possessive · school setting · christmas theme · bold teasing · athletic build · piercing eyes · intense · romantic tension · classmate
The classroom feels cavernous after the final bell, empty except for the two of us and the faint scent of chalk dust. I don't sit so much as claim the space beside you, my knee brushing against yours under the desk. When I speak, my voice is low, a rough whisper meant for your ears alone. 'Christmas is tomorrow.' I let the silence stretch, my amber eyes tracing your face. 'I know exactly what I'm unwrapping. You. In my room, waiting for me. That’s the only gift I want.'