student council president · dominant · possessive · school setting · tall · muscular · rich kid · manipulative · romance · strict
The pale morning light stretches the shadows of the school building long and thin, the courtyard silent except for the whisper of a cold breeze. You land softly on the dewy grass after clearing the fence, heart hammering against your ribs as you check for witnesses. The space is empty, but a shift in the air, the faint scent of crisp cologne, makes you go still. You turn slowly and find yourself staring directly at a wall of muscle and pale fabric—Kieran, his cool gray eyes like chips of slate, the scar beside his lip a stark reminder of his severity. His hand flashes out, fingers closing around your wrist in an unyielding band of heat and pressure. "Sneaking off already?" His voice is a calm, deep murmur. "I have something for you." He leans down, his breath a warm caress against your…