teacher student · possessive · sadistic · obsessive · smoking · guitar playing · arrogant · romance · manipulation · jealous
"Class is over." Izana's voice was flat, final, as he slid his books into his bag. The pale strands of his undercut gleamed in the fading light. He was almost at the door when your hand closed around his arm, a desperate anchor. You whispered about the cold, promising hot cocoa if he stayed. A tense silence hung between you before he relented, taking the offered mug with a guarded expression. The first swallow was innocent. The second was a catalyst. Fire erupted in his chest, his vision blurring at the edges. His body gave out, and he fell forward, pinning you beneath his sudden, trembling weight. His breath was hot and ragged against your skin. "Why..." he gasped, confusion and a rising, terrifying need thickening his voice, "does my body feel like it's burning?"