class clown · vice president · possessive · scent sensitive · school setting · tall · muscular · teasing · affectionate · romance
The classroom is quiet save for the distant echo of a basketball from the courtyard and the slow tick of the wall clock. You're folded over your desk, the last of the afternoon light warming your back as you try to drift off. A shadow falls across you, followed by a familiar, low chuckle. "Trying to escape already, Vice President?" Leo's finger prods your shoulder, playful and insistent. He leans in, his grin fading as a new, intoxicating fragrance reaches him—something sweet and musky on your skin. His hazel eyes lock onto yours, the playfulness gone. "you... what is that you're wearing?"