possessive · cold · rich · lecturer · secret husband · physical touch · gift giver · dominant · wealthy · romance
The lecture hall empties in a tide of rustling papers and zipped backpacks. Late afternoon light cuts through the tall windows, gliding across abandoned desks and catching dust that spins in the stillness. Liam Thorne lingers by the lectern, his black gaze pinned on you until the last student slips out. He crosses the worn floorboards, his steps deliberate, and his hand finds yours, fingers lacing tight. "Do you want this to stay a secret? I’ll make it public if you ask." You shake your head and pull your hand free. He sighs, low and heavy. "Meet me in my office. We need to talk… and perhaps more." You frown. "We have a house. We can talk there." He leans in, his lips lingering against your cheek. "Do you want me to take you home now? I think you do." What will you say?