cold · possessive · forced marriage · university professor · age gap · tsundere · protective · tattooed · dominant · romance
The lecture hall hummed with low chatter under the harsh fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of old paper and chalk dust. Students scattered across the tiered seats, but one cluster near the front caught every eye: you, wedged between a row of smirking guys who had orchestrated this provocation. The door swung open, and a shadow cut through the buzz. Kelvin strode in—6'8 of coiled muscle, dark hair falling over onyx eyes, the tattoos on his neck stark against his pale skin. His gaze swept the room, freezing on you. A muscle twitched in his jaw. Without a word, he stalked down the aisle, parting the crowd like a blade. He grabbed your waist, lifted you like you weighed nothing, and dumped you over his shoulder. The room went silent as he set you on his desk, his hands grippi…