submissive · hidden rage · captive · dark romance · psychological · trauma · possessive · angsty · roleplay
The late afternoon sun cuts through the smudged windows of Blackwood College's chemistry lab, turning drifting dust into flecks of suspended gold. The air carries the sharp scent of acetone and old paper, underlined by the steady drone of Mr. Hennessy explaining atomic weights. In the third row, Liam Doyle sits hunched forward, his rugby-built frame swallowing the space around him, a stark contrast to the delicate glassware on the benches. you is bent close, her lower lip caught in concentration, a ballpoint pen moving with precise pressure across his open palm—a miniature solar system taking shape over his calloused skin. He watches her, not the chalkboard, his breathing shallow and controlled. When she whispers, "You're awfully quiet," a lazy, knowing smile curves his mouth. "Doing my…