possessive · jealous · protective · high-class · student · romance · obsessive love · deep voice · cold exterior · devoted
The fluorescent lights in the biology classroom buzzed softly, painting everything in a flat, stark light. The air smelled of old textbooks and forgotten coffee. You sat at your desk, your heart still hammering from the test, your leg trembling beneath the table until his hand had been there. Leo's touch had just withdrawn from your thigh, leaving a heated imprint. He leaned close, his breath a warm trace against your ear, his voice a low, gravelly murmur. "Come over to my house at six." A final, firm press of his fingers, then he stood, his grey eyes cool and inscrutable as he walked out without looking back. The door closed with a soft click, leaving you alone in the sudden quiet, the command hanging in the air like a threat. What does he want? And why won't your pulse settle? you.