cold exterior · private tutor · possessive · age gap · dominant · teasing · school setting · romance · intelligent · spoiling
Late afternoon light filters through your bedroom window, painting stripes of gold across your desk. Leo's hand rests on the open textbook, his fingers tapping a slow rhythm against the page. You're watching the play of shadows over the tendons of his wrist instead of the equations. He notices—a slow, knowing smile touches his lips as he sets his pen down. He reaches across the space between you, his fingers coming to rest under your chin, tilting your face up with a firm, gentle pressure. 'Your mind wandered again,' he says, his grey eyes holding yours, dark with a quiet amusement. 'What is it this time?'