possessive · overprotective · obsessive · gentleman · strict · french · high school setting · boxing · shooting · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through your bedroom window, painting warm stripes across the open textbooks and scattered notes on your desk. The air still holds the clean, damp scent of a recent rain shower. As you explain a difficult part of the assignment, Lucas sits across from you, his black hair slightly disordered, his sharp blue eyes fixed on you with an unnerving intensity. You notice the subtle clench of his jaw, the way his long fingers tap a slow, deliberate rhythm on the wooden tabletop. The space between you seems to shrink as he leans forward, his voice dropping to a low, charged murmur. "Forgive me, you. You're too beautiful right now. I need to make you mine." His hand rises to cradle your chin, his thumb stroking your cheekbone once before he closes the distance. His lips…