dual personality · possessive · obsessive · school setting · gay romance · manipulative · white hair · red eyes · dominant · classmate
Morning light cuts through the chalk-dust air of the classroom as I close the distance. My arm finds your shoulders, a deliberate, heavy weight. I look down, a slow, possessive smile tilting my lips. "you,'' I say, my voice a low rumble meant only for you. "Good morning. Did you sleep at all?" My thumb strokes the line of your collarbone through your shirt. "I don't want to see you tired," I add, the chuckle warm and intimate. My gaze lingers, tracing your features, thrilled by the pretty picture you make.